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talk about it - dababy lyrics

[intro]
baby (wheezy outta here)
let’s go

[verse 1]
yeah, b*tch, you ain’t seen a n*gga do it like baby (uh*uh)
big chain and i’m solo in this b*tch
glock four*five, ap and four bracelets (let’s go)
i just spent three million on the crib (three ms)
and i don’t even be there, i just did it for my baby (no cap)
you prolly never met a n*gga like me
really ’bout whatever, from the bottom like the base with the ball
you might have a point but i ain’t finna argue with you
won’t go back and forth or be to shoutin’
i’m in the studio, i got my daughter with me in a fendi dress, she rockin’ diamonds (from johnny)
light show, n*gga (let’s go)
heat me up, i got my ice on, n*gga
i be signin’ million*dollar deals with my fingertips on esign on my f*ckin’ iphone, n*gga
i’m the n*gga, let me talk about it (wheezy outta here)

[chorus]
my uncles taught a n*gga how to hustle
my mama taught me how to use a rubber
i was six years old tryna sell a n*gga candy
all i knew was how to get the money (let’s go)
i done broke a lot of records in a year now
grammy nominated n*gga, b*tch, it’s lit now
i was tryna tell ’em i was special as a jit
i still’ll open fire on a n*gga, make him get down (no cap)
my uncles taught a n*gga how to hustle
my mama taught me how to use a rubber
i was six years old tryna sell a n*gga candy
all i knew was how to get the money (let’s go)
i done broke a lot of records in a year now
grammy nominated n*gga, b*tch, it’s lit now
i was tryna tell ’em i was special as a jit
i still’ll open fire on a n*gga, make him get down (get down, get down)

[verse 2]
court dates for the new year (2020)
twenty on the louis, twenty*seven thousand for a jet i never boarded
everybody in the county treat a n*gga like the truth (truth)
lock the jail down every time a n*gga move (lockdown)
in a dirty*ass cell, doin’ push*ups, eatin’ soup
the media believin’ ’em, they wanna see me go back
rich n*gga can’t rob a broke n*gga and you know that
locked a n*gga up in south florida like he kodak
a quarter million dollars in my motherf*ckin’ tote bag
they think i like to fight until a n*gga get a toe tag (boom)
hang his jersey up, his sh*t a throwback (throwback)
police ain’t know me, they don’t wanna see me bubble
pretty*ass smile like my motherf*ckin’ mother
all the n*gga know is hustle, multi*million dollar n*gga
got to stay up out of trouble, i’m the realest n*gga in it
let me talk about it (wheezy outta here)

[chorus]
my uncles taught a n*gga how to hustle
my mama taught me how to use a rubber
i was six years old tryna sell a n*gga candy
all i knew was how to get the money (let’s go)
i done broke a lot of records in a year now
grammy nominated n*gga, b*tch, it’s lit now
i was tryna tell ’em i was special as a jit
i still’ll open fire on a n*gga, make him get down (get down, get down)
my uncles taught a n*gga how to hustle
my mama taught me how to use a rubber
i was six years old tryna sell a n*gga candy
all i knew was how to get the money (let’s go)
i done broke a lot of records in a year now
grammy nominated n*gga, b*tch, it’s lit now
i was tryna tell ’em i was special as a jit
i still’ll open fire on a n*gga, make him get down (get down, get down)

- dababy lyrics

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