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Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo (hahaha) Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Baby Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo I don't got no opps no more, but this ain't new to you Said I'm just a broski, but I know she's fooling you She gon' do some things to me, that she won't do to you They changing colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' be rude to you I don't need to flex, I don't got shit to prove to you Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do What that toolie do Papapap-praah! What that toolie do Bitch, get out the way, I'm with the gang, you know we coming through (yeah) Get yo' hoe in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she's done with you (ayy) I heard that you snitch, thеre ain't no trustin' you How you talking 'bout 'em, but be hanging with 'еm? I can't fuck with you All of Tallahassee, been inside her ain't no loving you Until you get that check, there ain't no love for you There will be never be another me There will be never be another me There will be never be another me One and only, there will never be another me You can't even get mad at yo' main, because she fuck with me Hit it from the back, I pull her hair, no she can't run from me Once I catch my nut, I gotta dip, bae, you ain't stuck with me Why the fuck he talking on the 'net like it ain't up with me? Floating like a butterfly, choppa on me stinging like a bumble bee Same niggas that be talking 'bout me are the same niggas that be under me They slept on me Now they be claiming they fuck with me I feel like the goat, I feel like the shit, I swear to God you cannot humble me Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo I don't got no opps no more, but this ain't new to you Said I'm just a broski, but I know she's fooling you She gon' do some things to me, that she won't do to you They changing colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' be rude to you I don't need to flex, I don't got shit to prove to you Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do What that toolie do Papapap-praah! What that toolie do Bitch, get out the way, I'm with the gang, you know we coming through (yeah) Get yo' hoe in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she's done with you (ayy) There will be never be another me There will be never be another me There will be never be another me One and only, there will never be another me
Writer(s): Michael Andre Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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