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baboon - setitoff83 lyrics

[intro]
(k!lla, this another one)
yeah
it’s the biggest 3, man, y’all know what’s goin’ on, n*gga
(come on)

[verse]
throw so many ones, we make the strippers get it off the floor (yeah)
only tweak about my bag, can’t go out sad about no ho (it’s set)
went to prison, n*ggas could never say i went out like a ho (they can’t)
that b*tch don’t satisfy big 3, i need my money and drugs to cope (crip)
i’m on papers, in the winter still got my bl!cky in a coat (yeah)
totin’ big*ass bl!cks with sticks, some sh*t that look like g.i. joe (uh*huh)
we been steppin’ on sh*t so hard, i f*cked around and broke my toe (let’s go)
shorty gone off casamigos, she said, “set, come f*ck my throat” (ayy)
soon as i stepped out them gates, i filled my neck back with baguettes (come on)
we don’t f*ck with y’all, y’all n*ggas act like b*tches, tyler perry
i like them older women who want them young n*ggas like halle berry (yeah)
you a p*ssy n*gga and he a rat, to get y’all time in jail (yeah)
i done came so f*ckin’ far, i’m workin’ hard, said i can’t lose (i can’t)
i done made it through the storm, still count me out, man, you a fool (boy, you a fool)
i’m with gang and we pop out at night like motherf*ckin’ racoons (yeah)
switch the loop, so the bottom red like motherf*ckin’ baboons (eh)
ask about us, we put sh*t in the air like motherf*ckin’ balloons (come on)
they ask me, “set, when you gon’ sign another deal?” i tell ’em, “soon” (tell ’em, “soon,” man)
they ask me, “set, when you gon’ drop another tape?” i tell ’em, “soon” (it’s comin’ soon, man)
when they lettin’ crazy joe from out them gates? i tell ’em, “soon” (free crazy joe)
i bring that gangster sh*t, this sh*t right here don’t need no autotune (uh*huh)
i’m on them percs, a 40 ball, feel like i’m walkin’ on the moon (ayy)
long live mike jackson, i’m so hot, b*tch, i be walkin’ on the moon (yeah)
if i’m in charlotte f*ckin’ ’round, i’ma pull up on my n*gga june (come on)
go slide on a homie dead (come on), tryna put some sh*t to bed (uh*huh)
the last n*gga who dissed big 3, you done talked him down and now he dead (shh)
i seen my mama cry today, she say she can’t lose me to the feds (yeah)
say she’d rather see me free, but rather prison time than dead (godd*mn)
for that paper lil’ cuz’ll drown down and fill you up with lead (uh*huh)
they know i’m bangin’ blue, but i know some n*ggas around bangin’ red (come on)
told lil’ shorty i don’t wanna f*ck if it don’t come with the head (what?)
she ask me why the f*ck i ain’t nut yet, i told the b*tch i’m on my meds (what?)
you gon’ get shot before i pass my pistol off, b*tch, i ain’t clash
and that’s on gang, these n*ggas soft, i’m talkin’ teddy bears like ted (come on)
and y’all n*ggas not big 3, y’all need to get that out y’all head (y’all not)
and i ain’t takin’ back what i’m sayin’ ’cause, b*tch, i said what i said (the biggest)
pockets full of cheese, you know i got some traps for you rat*ass n*ggas
n*gga gettin’ it how you say, you gettin’ it, b*tch, you a cappin’*ass n*gga (ha)
don’t tell me to take it slow, we ain’t makin’ love, i’m a fast*ass n*gga (come on, come on, come on)
like a b*tch with a fat ass ’cause when she walk, she could make that ass jiggle (yeah)
pretty b*tch who like to f*ck, baby girl, come here and take this purple pickle
they call me the biggest 3, lil’ baby, ’cause ain’t sh*t ’bout me little (big 3)
i can’t be civilized in a room with no opps ’cause ain’t sh*t ’bout me civil (on crip)
‘fore i let two p*ssy n*ggas drop a dime, i’ma fill ’em with four*nickels (big 3)

- setitoff83 lyrics

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