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Webbie
19 224
W trasie
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Webbie został wydany 20 listopada 2017 przez South Coast Music Group, LLC, distributed by Interscope Records jako część albumu Back On My Baby Jesus Sh!t
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Data wydania20 listopada 2017
WytwórniaSouth Coast Music Group, LLC, distributed by Interscope Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM63

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Anthony L. Mosley
Anthony L. Mosley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Mccloskey
Kevin Mccloskey
Mixing Engineer
Sean da Firzt
Sean da Firzt
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
(That ain’t the baby)
(That’s my baby)
[Verse 2]
I was just twenty-two inside the condo
Got way too hot I put the beamer up
I had the yellow 745 with rims and my lil' bro had the Beamer truck
My niece’s get good grades, I take 'em shopping for outfits and tell 'em to keep it up
Then I hit the backstreet and picked your bitch up
And bent her over and beat her up (Ugh)
Your bitch is a dog need a leash or somethin'
She suckin’ on me like a leech or somethin'
I Just sent her home in a cab (Get on)
I told the Arab keep the meter running (Yeah)
I run through hoes and get rid of 'em (Get rid of 'em)
Fuck all my haters, I shit on 'em
And he say that he want some pounds (Oh yeah)
I pulled up on him with like ten of 'em
My name hold weight with a lot of **** (Weight)
I got so much weight I could sit on it (Ah)
I turn good girls into freaks (Freak)
When they give me head make em’ spit on it
Fuck all my haters, I shit on 'em
I fuck the same hoes used to shit on me (Ah)
And I'll slap the shit out a lil' **** (Bitch)
And I make him go get his big homie (Ah)
My **** dangerous and he need to work on his anger, but that's still my **** though
My **** so real that if I was a bitch then they would have robbed me couple years ago
I'm chillin’ with my baby mama with a big .40 eating a big bowl of cereal (Boom)
Just got in a argument, she brought me frosted flakes, I thought I asked her for cheerios
[Verse 3]
I was just twenty-two inside the condo
Got way too hot I put the beamer up
I had the yellow 745 with rims and my lil' bro had the Beamer truck
My niece’s get good grades, I take 'em shopping for outfits and tell 'em to keep it up
Then I hit the backstreet and picked your bitch up
And bent her over and beat her up
Written by: Anthony L. Mosley, Jonathan Kirk
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