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summer freestyle - babyslump lyrics

[verse 1: lil deo]
mama always tryna test me but i’m always clean
always sippin on that henny never with that lean
don’t talk on my name or you’ll mess with the team
only seventeen but i’m ballin’ like i ain’t no teen
back the bank, get some rack and get some fame
everywhere i go
all these b*tches know my name
your girl said that she love me
yeah i told her i feel the same
but i ain’t that n*gga you should be putting to the blame
[verse 2: cg’ the youngman]
yeah
hop in the lamb truck these b*tches they all be feeling me
i got white girls from cali, they feeding me
from the trenches i hop in, i’m speeding, it’s temporal bleeding the more therapeutic
move in 3 like a motherf*cking trilogy
coming round with these guns in these breeches she suck me, she leech me
ain’t stop when i’m pickin’ up bruh (bruh)
yeah
my dad and me trappin’
me and bae took the week out the cabin
can’t compare, i hack it, he fappin’
in the business we hop in and tap in cause i’m from the trenches sh*t
(ahhh)
i got these b*tches come in a ménage
‘20 cullinan pull up in a big cars
i got some hitters who’ll pop you right out
he touch it, bro took him right out from the car
small n*gga, but i’m big homie
i’ve been trapping round, they didn’t give me a gun
paid off, i’ve been grinding and grinding for years, finally got me an award
bars kind of fly, looking like bernard (bwalya chikwanda)
tapping her panties, she shaking real hard
talking about v, i’m taking her card
they see my lifestyle, they see a facade
[verse 3: babyslump]
woo woo
haha
who it is?
babyslump what you talkin bout

three headed goat yeah we all about it
these n*ggas talkin what they talkin bout (what you talkin bout)
i can see all the haters from all around
i just f*ck on your b*tch and i’m headin out (f*ck)
all these b*tches in the city wanna act up
see a opp in the place it’s a wrap up
not about the vio but i beat her up
i’m just about givin her bubble guts
i’m feeling like baby i’m heatin up
this b*tch stressin me out pour a double cup (prr)
i can’t play with these youngins i’m growin up
you can’t step in the circle ain’t one of us
p*ssy boy suck ya mother (suck)
don’t go out there sayin i’m your brother (i ain’t ya brother)
i’m the one and only there’s no other (there ain’t no other)
young n*gga fly i’m boutta flutter (frr)
imma step in the game imma change it (change it)
all these n*ggas they sayin i won’t make it
imma give a f*ck about a critic (f*ck)
but don’t give a f*ck about a hater (f*ck)
mr. slump i care about the paper
i ain’t goin in this just the beta (the beta)
i know that i’m gonna be greater
we movin way up and it’s major
she givin me sloppy no waiter (slurp)
and you know that the p*ssy get wetter (drip)
just like you p*ssies be talkin i walk in the building the p*ssy get wetter (drip drip)
and i got the cheese no cheddar
ice on us make ‘em sneeze like it got pepper
up in the stu and i’m changing the weather
you talkin that heavy but light as a feather (frr)
and lil n*gga i’m your father
you know that i’m f*ckin your daughter
walk in the room and it’s water
the water my neck and your daughter
in the store and i spend me a quarter
i’m drippin forever no cap in it
i’m k!llin this sh*t now i’m wrappin up
it’s babyslump what you talkin bout
(babyslump what you talkin bout)

- babyslump lyrics

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