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baby sitter freestyle - ski mask the slump god & juice wrld lyrics

[verse: ski mask the slump god, juice wrld & ]
black body benz like a 8 ball (uh*huh, evil twins)
i’ma run a race, like i’m rupaul
okay, okay, okay, i’m off percs right now, i’m dizzy
you gon’ miss me when i’m gone, yeah, you heard drizzy
pull up on the scene choppa finna get busy (busy)
i’ma get to bubblin’ like a bottle of a izze
ayy, i just pulled up with a new stizzy (ayy)
look at my glock and it got a new muzzle (ayy)
i got the sauce, uh, like drizzy (drizzy, uh)
okay, okay, okay, okay
okay, look, look, like steak sauce, get drippy
n*ggas talking stupid ’til they ass end up missing
on a milk carton, with they mom calling for attention
should’ve had your kid up out that f*ckin’ detention
n*ggas talk stupid ’til they ass get missin’ (b*tch)
put they ass on a t*shirt and it’s dissin’ (b*tch)
i ain’t dissin’, these n*ggas, yeah, they bе pimpin’, i’m scottie f*ckin’ pippen, with, n*ggas get that, likе
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
okay, beam me up scott’, ten mollies in my body
i’ma bomb, suicide, rock, kamikaze
pull up on your mom, like a rockstar, ozzy
she gon’ ride my d*ck just like a mazdi
zoom, zoom, […] d*ck like a witch and a broom, broom
player gang sh*t, to a boss ’cause i’m too cool
nah, b*tch, i’m too [?], yeah, i got slimes in the room, what you gon’ do?
ayy, like vlone, yeah, smoking in the party
, vlone, uh, yeah, camo on my body (yeah)
uh, , uh, yeah, smoking in the party, got the camo on my body (get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it)
got the revenge on my—
, ayy
, yeah, smoking in the party, ayy (yeah)
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, body, body)
smoking in the party, got the vlone on my—
i said, , camo on my body, i was probably off the molly
got a girl, her name is lotti, run up on me, you gon’ die today (ayy, ayy)
all my n*ggas getting cash, n*gga, that is everyday
you a rat, you a mouse, you belong in a rat race (ayy, ayy)
i’ma f*ck that b*tch up in her face then kick her out
probably talking to her boyfriend with my d*ck all in her mouth (ayy, ayy)
all i know is get the cash, what the f*ck they talkin’ about?
choppa make you [?] then walk it out, ooh
walk it out, b*tch, walk it out (walk it)
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