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socks - dababy lyrics

[skit]
[?] county, 9*1*1, what’s the address of—
sir is there any serious bleeding
i said yes, bro
okay, is he completely alert?
is he what?
is he completely alert?
do you hear him? do you not hear this man, bro?
sir, i’m asking you, is he completely alert?
he’s neutralized—
are you with him now?
he’s neutralized until you guys get here
[intro]
uh (pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, b*tch
i end up hitting that hoe in my socks
(oh lord, jetson made another one)

[chorus]
getting into it with one shoe on
hitting that hoe in my socks
popping sh*t how i pop it, uh
riding around with that glock, yeah
talking sh*t like my mama
ready to hit like my pops
come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me, you gone f*ck around, get shot

[verse 1]
i ain’t giving warnings to n*ggas, i’m stepping
pull out that forty on n*ggas and uh
pull out that forty on n*ggas and bless ’em
if you good with the lord then i’ll send you to heaven
if not go to h*ll lil’ n*gga
trigger happy, imma drop sh*lls lil n*gga
bond money, we don’t f*ck with jail lil n*gga
anybody ’round me pay the bail and go get ’em
hope that hating sh*t working out, the black and the white people all on my d*ck ’cause i’m versatile
it’s baby, that n*gga you heard about
i f*cked on her, she a squirter now
i like how she talk, i’m in love with her
i’m kidding, say whatever to get that lil kitty
n*ggas ever ain’t tripping on titties
take this bread and go get me a glizzy
f*ck b*tches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs
i see every time a n*gga sh*tting
except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama
and still my lil gangsta give me remy
b*tch, i been player, n*ggas silly
if she come earning some stripes, i might let her spend the night
keeping on one of my nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyk*
yeah, yeah
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[chorus]
getting into it with one shoe on
hitting that hoe in my socks
popping sh*t how i pop it, uh
riding around with that glock, yeah
talking sh*t like my mama
ready to hit like my pops
come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me, you gone f*ck around and get shot

[verse 2]
watch how you talk to me, please, i get angry
i get angry like my brother g
i was little, i p*ssed in the bed
sleep head to toe with my big brother reef
i don’t care how the f*ck i go out, i bet it won’t be ’bout no motherf*cking freak
when i said i go out, i ain’t talking ’bout dying
i ain’t leaving no sooner than seventy three
i pulled up chevelle, that’s a seventy two
i do everything way better than you
b*tch ass n*ggas, i ain’t caring what you do
b*tch ass n*gga, i ain’t scary imma shoot
b*tch get missing, i ain’t caring if she cute
nah for real, probably keep it too real
ain’t no secret can’t keep my lil chill
n*ggas gone eat d*ck just to keep that lil deal
lost twenty million for keeping it real
b*tch, i ain’t even tripping, i don’t give a f*ck, about no money
long as i could take care of all my children
all of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins
they ain’t yelling free dashmond then it’s f*ck ’em
i just shot my bae mama some money, and told her i love her i’m thuggin
i’ma end up—
[chorus]
getting into it with one shoe on
hitting that hoe in my socks
popping sh*t how i pop it, uh
riding around with that glock, yeah
talking sh*t like my mama
ready to hit like my pops
come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me, you gone f*ck around and get shot, n*gga

- dababy lyrics

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