suicide squad - baybo lyrics
i see through the fake love, blue sky, roll up for the guys—this ‘bout my 8th blunt
i’m in the stu right now, told foreign to turn that bass up
i just f*cked the hoe you pay to get her lace done
i advise you best not say nothin’
‘cause if i catch yo ass, i promise that you can’t run
suicide squad on an bih’
i paint the hoe’s face like joker and harley
said he gettin’ pape? boy, that’s hard to believe
i done fell in love; now lil’ shawty part of me
i work hard for my sh*t, never did no robbery
walkin’ round with racks on me like i won the lottery
what’s up, b*tch, i’m baybo. they don’t like me ‘cause i’m who they wanna be
yeah, she light*skinned, pretty face, small waist
ain’t got that much cake, but she still got some shape
we don’t smoke no eighth; we get real deal baked
outside with the gang, mobbin’ round the place
boy better know his place, he get shot in his face
you think this sh*t is a race? you best keep up the pace
he don’t get no type of pape; he a d*mn disgrace
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