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baby remix (nitin randhawa) - nitin randhawa lyrics

[intro: future]
wheezy outta here

[verse 1: lil baby]
yeah, rest in peace to bankroll, show ’em how to do it
baby goin’ crazy, he been gettin’ straight to it
i done caught so many flights i end up f*ckin’ all the stewardesses
catch me in atlanta, no security with my jewelry
found i was rich, my baby mama talkin’ suin’ me
‘nother b*tch tellin’ lies on the p*ssy like she screwin’ me
catch him down bad, that’s his ass, n*gga, you or me
si diamonds on the chain, he ain’t foolin’ me
we was skippin’ school on the train, duckin’ truancy
my main partner turned into a rat, he talkin’ ’bout robbin’ me
i pray the judge give that boy a bond so i can pop him
we was in thе hood, sellin’ bags, shootin’ choppers
f*cked around and triеd to go and lease a helicopter
baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
and the haters watchin’ too hard, i think they got binoculars
every n*gga with me on go, it ain’t no stoppin’ us
n*ggas actin’ like they got the bag, i’m tryna stop it up
do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
all you gotta do is say it’s smoke, then we’re poppin’ up
baby got the streets on hold, he ain’t drop yet
i’ve been goin’ hard, it’s gon’ be hard for you to top that
i make it look easy, but this sh*t really a process
i’m really a millionaire, still in the projects
[chorus: lil baby]
baby puttin’ on for the city
baby, he the realest, baby prolly got a couple million
baby hang with four or five k!llers
baby got children, baby prolly still drug dealin
baby ain’t a trapper, he a rapper
baby makin’ classics, baby in the hood gettin’ active
baby keep it real with his people
baby like a preacher, baby prolly still sell reefer

[verse 2: 50 cent]
go shorty, it’s your birthday
you made it just in time to hear my wordplay
it’s the kid that flip*flows who used to flip o’s
and run g for days, you should see how i get hoes
i’m international, i get my d*ck l!cked ’round the globe
i’m sick right into shows, ridin’ on lolos
puffin’ on coco, my b*tch in manolos
don’t f*ck with the dodo’s, that’s slang for dumb hoes
i’m playin’, i ain’t got time to joke, joke
you f*ck around, you could get your ass smoked, loc
it’s not a game, me, b, i ain’t playin’
beat behind me playin’, so you don’t hear anyway
you don’t hear what i’m sayin’
me fin*nini*na, fee*fi*dididee*yay
just give me my check and i’ll be on my way
sunny, bunny, money and funny
you ain’t even listenin’ and i just took your money, ha
[chorus: lil baby]
baby puttin’ on for the city
baby, he the realest, baby prolly got a couple million
baby hang with four or five k!llers
baby got children, baby prolly still drug dealin
baby ain’t a trapper, he a rapper
baby makin’ classics, baby in the hood gettin’ active
baby keep it real with his people
baby like a preacher, baby prolly still sell reefer

[verse 3: dababy]
huh? baby prolly still got them ‘bows
i tell my b*tch i’m faithful, but i still got the hoes
baby gettin’ jiggy, on stage with the glizzy
baby ceo, he shake the game like he diddy
you would think it’s mardi gras, i got these b*tches showin’ titties
and i ain’t throwin’ beads, i pull them b*tches’ weaves
i’m stallin’ b*tches out, if i’m a dog, then she a flea
and when i f*ck her doggystyle the only time i’m on my knee
i barely wanna hit her, got her beggin’, “baby, please”
i tell a b*tch to shut up, you ’bout to f*ck my nut up
the label’s ceo keep beggin’ me to keep the gun up
they know, you play with baby, baby beat him, cut up
private plane, wi*fi, on the facetime with johnny
i told him ice my wrist up, i like to hold my fist up
how that boy dababy in the air not gettin’ his d*ck sucked?
why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
’cause n*gga…
[chorus: lil baby]
baby puttin’ on for the city
baby, he the realest, baby prolly got a couple million
baby hang with four or five k!llers
baby got children, baby prolly still drug dealin
baby ain’t a trapper, he a rapper
baby makin’ classics, baby in the hood gettin’ active
baby keep it real with his people
baby like a preacher, baby prolly still sell reefer

[verse 4: dr. dre & eminem]
they said 30’s the new 20
funny, must mean 40’s the new 30, interesting
’cause ever since then it’s been in a sense an extension
for veteran rappers that are better than half
of the sh*t coming out right now, it’s all trash
the torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
jay said it’s his last, then 50 and em
then what? detox drops, what do we got then?
so now our whole camps is running around
scramblin’ over what to do
gamblin’, and every time we put a record out
just lookin’ for that hook (wait, dre, look!)

[hook: eminem]
it is not about lyrics anymore
it’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook

[verse 5: eminem]
if we gotta dumb down our style and a*b*c it
then so be it, ‘cause nowadays these kids just
don’t give a sh*t ’bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the dj’s playin’ them hits
“oh, this my jam! this my sh*t!
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
‘cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
and the song’s ginormous, the whole formula’s switched
‘cause we don’t know anymore what are hits”
is it the beat? is it the rap?
is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
and how do we adapt and get trl votes
when 13*year*olds control the remotes?
and ashlee’s got a brand new nose
we gotta put some new em*pha*sis on our syl*la*la*bles

[outro: eminem]
it is not about lyrics anymore
it is not about lyrics anymore
it’s about a hot beat, a hot beat
it’s about a hot beat, a hot beat
a hot*hot*hot beat and a catchy hook
a hot*hot*hot beat and a catchy hook
n0body gives a d*mn about them syllables
syl*la*la*bles, whatever they are
i don’t care if you gotta rhyme schmo, mo, joe, toe and glow
now, get out there and sell some godd*mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd*mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd*mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd*mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd*mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd*mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd*mn records!
now, get out there and sell some

- nitin randhawa lyrics

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