Letra GRAMMY PARTY - DaBaby
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (Yeah)
Let's go, nigga
Huh?
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you—
I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit
And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah)
You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Yeah), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas
I tell 'em new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (Yeah)
Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, cars to the side (Yeah)
Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive
I'm in the paint on 'em, lil nigga small
I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball
Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog, she let me spank on 'em
I ain't finna waste time with none of you niggas
I crank up that Rolls Royce and go to the bank on 'em (Skrr, skrr)
Come get my key, I'm at the back with it
I'm on tequila, don't know the name of it
Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover
'bout to go buy my BM the new Ranger Rover
These niggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em
Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em
I ain't gon' ever believe that she love me until she go tattoo my motherfuckin' name on her
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em
I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em
We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her
She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it
These niggas carry their gun every now and then, I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it
These niggas touch me, I bet you that magazine inside the church'll have one of their face on it
Bitch, I'm a dog
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you—
I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit
And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah)
You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Mm), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (No)
I tell 'em new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (Yeah, ho)
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Let's go
Let's go, nigga
Huh?
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you—
I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit
And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah)
You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Yeah), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas
I tell 'em new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (Yeah)
Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, cars to the side (Yeah)
Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive
I'm in the paint on 'em, lil nigga small
I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball
Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog, she let me spank on 'em
I ain't finna waste time with none of you niggas
I crank up that Rolls Royce and go to the bank on 'em (Skrr, skrr)
Come get my key, I'm at the back with it
I'm on tequila, don't know the name of it
Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover
'bout to go buy my BM the new Ranger Rover
These niggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em
Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em
I ain't gon' ever believe that she love me until she go tattoo my motherfuckin' name on her
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em
I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em
We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her
She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it
These niggas carry their gun every now and then, I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it
These niggas touch me, I bet you that magazine inside the church'll have one of their face on it
Bitch, I'm a dog
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you—
I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit
And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah)
You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Mm), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (No)
I tell 'em new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (Yeah, ho)
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Let's go
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Yeah Bitch Know you don't love me, so tell me you don't Can't sit here long, keep on carryin' on Paranoid nigga, don't stare at me long Gun in my bag, almost carried it on Jonathan never'll go like a bitch Hide all...
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