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l8 baby - tremz lyrics

(bang bang)
why you talkin’ like you’re bad, and you’re not

i’m a l8 baby, it’s the streets that make me crazy(x2)

why you talkin’ like you’re bad, and you’re not
who you starred, who you shot
yah, yah. ( bap bang)
i’m a l8 baby, it’s the streets that make me crazy(x2)

this life turned me to a goblin
i’m a young black man with a problem
i’m way to stubborn to solve it
i would rather grab the revolver (bang)
if i don’t want that pumpum, i’m gonna send that onto me soldier(ay laa)
wanna stab me in the back so i got two straps over me shoulders
i should be chillin with businessmen but i’m hard on cracking me sofas
if plod wanna kick off the band on door, we flush that. hocus pocus
probation got me losing focus
head heart when i bought hoes and jokes
fought for a lift man out of his loafers (bap bang)
n*ggas not bad like me, not ever
big foot 4 like trevor
you might think you’re sick or whatever
but that’s not gonna stop you getting peppered
i’m from the jungle, you’re from the shedder
payments are not sell crack any weather
i ain’t changing that little brother, little brother
young boy sluggin your mother
man wanna lock me up for me color
could be the fact that i smoked at your foot it
could be the fact that i’m selling the colors
why you talkin’ like you’re bad, and you’re not
who you starred, who you shot
yah, yah. ( bap bang)
i’m a l8 baby, it’s the streets that make me crazy(x2)
why you talkin’ like you’re bad, and you’re not
who you starred, who you shot
yah, yah. ( bap bang)
i’m a l8 baby, it’s the streets that make me crazy(x2)

(young kay)
steady getting apples, making n*ggas crumble
grew up in that bee like that n*gga crumbles
really weaker villans coming out that trungle
cross me path, little n*gga aren’t you sure to stumble
turn to a bunch of birds when it flutters
and them bad mouth talkers, they turn to stutters
crisp n*ggas that are walkers, they turn to crutches
i’m serving now, beef, don’t need to go the bushes
get your n*ggas gone and you won’t get them back
i’ve got rats, ten toes, like they’re running track
shoes looking all worn, like them wooden flats
yo it’s rapped up and claim got us pushing that
pick it up just to fold it down
and when i slide them in, just to slide out
already told these man that i don’t need the clout
so wherever yeah but pick it up, it’s just to lay em down
to make these n*ggas quiet, ha, to make a sound
but n*ggas like to talk, and then it gets around

why you talkin’ like you’re bad, and you’re not
who you starred, who you shot
yah, yah. ( bap bang)
i’m a l8 baby, it’s the streets that make me crazy(x2)
why you talkin’ like you’re bad, and you’re not
who you starred, who you shot
yah, yah. ( bap bang)
i’m a l8 baby, it’s the streets that make me crazy(x2)

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