Letra Baby Mums Crib - Digga D
(Quincy Tellem)
Mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again
Step-daddy Digga, handsome-ass nigga
Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner
Twenty bullets in my pistol, I ain't carryin' a spinner
You know everything over here is bigger
I couldn't pick between them hoes, so I had them both
Why buy a bitch some flowers? She already got a rose
Make her feel special, buy her shoes and buy her clothes
Keep it on the low, I hope that we don't get exposed
I don't beef over women, G, don't make me mad
Tell 'em, "Chill, I don't wanna blam your baby dad" (Bah, bah, bah)
God, if I told you I was tryin', I'd be lyin'
'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas dyin'
My heart got so cold, it must be frozen
I'd rather that than give it to a lil' ho and get it broken
So worried 'bout the backdoor, they left the windows open
I climbed in and bust the front door for my bro them
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again
Huncho, uh
Bankrolls all in this house, plants get cropped
Forty-five, don't get shot (Don't get shot, pussy)
Can't be my buddy if you snitch and you told
And I got some new teeth, but I didn't need a mold
Oud on the cologne
Ho thinks she can dig around, you won't get gold, bitch
Used to dream for a fix, then I went and got that
Trap house boom every day of the week
And there's never really time when you're callin', we ain't got that
Ever since I clocked in, I ain't never clocked out
Still got brothers locked in, time to let the thugs out
I was gonna lose the trap and fully go leg'
But I got my stash at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again
Mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again
Step-daddy Digga, handsome-ass nigga
Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner
Twenty bullets in my pistol, I ain't carryin' a spinner
You know everything over here is bigger
I couldn't pick between them hoes, so I had them both
Why buy a bitch some flowers? She already got a rose
Make her feel special, buy her shoes and buy her clothes
Keep it on the low, I hope that we don't get exposed
I don't beef over women, G, don't make me mad
Tell 'em, "Chill, I don't wanna blam your baby dad" (Bah, bah, bah)
God, if I told you I was tryin', I'd be lyin'
'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas dyin'
My heart got so cold, it must be frozen
I'd rather that than give it to a lil' ho and get it broken
So worried 'bout the backdoor, they left the windows open
I climbed in and bust the front door for my bro them
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again
Huncho, uh
Bankrolls all in this house, plants get cropped
Forty-five, don't get shot (Don't get shot, pussy)
Can't be my buddy if you snitch and you told
And I got some new teeth, but I didn't need a mold
Oud on the cologne
Ho thinks she can dig around, you won't get gold, bitch
Used to dream for a fix, then I went and got that
Trap house boom every day of the week
And there's never really time when you're callin', we ain't got that
Ever since I clocked in, I ain't never clocked out
Still got brothers locked in, time to let the thugs out
I was gonna lose the trap and fully go leg'
But I got my stash at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again
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