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Babystaydown
Nerve
1210
Hip-Hop
Utwór Nerve został wydany 1 kwietnia 2026 przez Cegular Records jako część albumu Nerve - Single
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babystaydown
Babystaydown
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Babystaydown
Babystaydown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Babystaydown
Babystaydown
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Tekst Utworu

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Ceg3all trippin' on this one)
Bitch
You know
Gang, ****
Mm-hm
Yeah, yeah
She know a **** walked in packin' two pistols
Grab a **** ass by his soul and try to lift him
Pin him to the curb, yungin' did a drill and dimmed him
Oh, you got some nerve, boy, don't make me fuckin' send him
'Fore you jump out on these streets, told my **** watch out for them chimps
Me and my **** without speakin' his mind and I feel him
Know a **** doin' time for a crime, he had killed a boy
Grew up 'round that trap, my pop's a ex drug dealer
Talkin' to the mic, bitch, I just flow like a river
I can switch my flow and sang to a hoe like Bryson Tiller
Check my credentials, I'm real street ****
They stepped on yo' ****, you ain't even go drill 'em
These **** soft as a motherfuckin' pillow
Talkin' out yo' mouth, ****,I'ma make you shut up
She want me to cuff her but that mean I gotta love her
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she hot like lava
Know this shit get hot, bitch, free Lil' Hot, fuck the crime stoppers
Hollywood, pull up Orlando out and fuck a model
Ain't no time to play, I pull my dick out 'til it's swallowed
I be thinkin' 'bout some shit, they be like, "What the fuck you thought of?"
I just sit back and absorb all the lil' shit that don't get brought up
I was tryna turn my style up, fuck that shit I came from nada
Swing that stick like a bat, I'ma buss this shit like a piñata
More money, so more problems, give a damn, need every dollar
She know a **** walked in packin' two pistols
Grab a **** ass by his soul and try to lift him
Pin him to the curb, yungin' did a drill and dimmed him
Oh, you got some nerve, boy, don't make me fuckin' send him
'Fore you jump out on these streets, told my **** watch out for them chimps
Me and my **** without speakin' his mind and I feel him
Know a **** doin' time for a crime, he had killed a boy
Grew up 'round that trap, my pop's a ex drug dealer
Written by: Babystaydown

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