Baby Girl (feat. T.Q.) [Edited]

Baby girl

Baby girl

She cute, she fine, she sexy, she's mine

Good heart, real smart, got her head on right

All good from the hood

Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite

Baby girl, gonna mob on the block

Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight

Cook a damn good meal

And I think we'll blow up like dynamite

Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city

You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties

We can stay in the city, let me play with the kitty

Never been a minute man, all day with the kitty

Why you think chicks pray to get with me?

Enough for that, wanted a rough smack

Chicks cuff my gats, plus my gats

Hustle my crack, never juggle my crack

Don't trust 'em but ****' em

What's **** with that?

I'm the ill last trill, last real, last ****

Get mills fast ****, built the last ****

It's just me and my chicks, give 'em my whips

They from a hood near, you ain't gotta get 'em no tricks

They don't give me no look unless they spoke to the ****

Keep a ride or die chick that like to smoke a spliff

Put it all in that ****, smoke dro to get

I'm drinking H2O, I get you Mo and Cris, yeah

Baby girl, she cute, she fine, she sexy, she's mine

Good heart, real smart, got her head on right

Baby girl, all good from the hood

Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite

Baby girl, gonna mob on the block

Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight

Baby girl, cook a damn good meal

And I think we'll blow up like dynamite

I'm a sucker for them ghetto women, but I don't love 'em

I just love to **** 'em, nah I don't trust 'em

You looking at a hustler, baby

That's the reason why you always see me in that new Mercedes

When she look at my face she think I'm a baby

But she notice my papes and love how I made it

It was made to spin, don't help me save it

Might get three of ya friends, let's jump off crazy

We can hit LA on a private jet, go to the L'Ermitage

For some private sex

I'ma smoke some haze you can pop some X

Just think about tonight and forget the next, girl

You know how CMR do, ain't no love boo

Just for our crew, sorry mami, that's just how thugs do

Some chicks on their way

So it's time to lose you

Baby girl, she cute, she fine, she sexy, she's mine

Good heart, real smart, got her head on right

Baby girl, all good from the hood

Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite

Baby girl, gonna mob on the block

Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight

Baby girl, cook a damn good meal

And I think we'll blow up like dynamite

Baby girl, I think I want you on my team

Baby girl, let me see you dance

Boo & Gotti wanna see you dance

Baby girl, don't you wanna ride with me?

Tonight you gotta leave your man

Baby girl, you gotta understand

(Baby girl) I love them girls that are holdin' that work

And put they money in they bra and not they purse

Gimme brain in the car without saying a word

While I ride through the hood getting high as a bird

She don't even get mad when I don't answer my phone

She just like to brag that she been in my home

Love to bounce that **** till she put on a thong

Baby girl, so street I can't leave her alone

I like Keisha and Tasha with they summer weaves

Lisa sitting on the porch eating sunflower seeds

Here I come flossing a Porsche at top speed

Of course, I get 'em, once that's why they stay on they knees

I leave 'em with no voice, only harmony

When they hum on these big N U T's

'Cause they into g's, 'cause they into me

No wonder my girls, why they envy me?

Baby girl, she cute, she fine, she's sexy, she's mine

Good heart, real smart, got her head on right

Baby girl, all good from the hood

Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite

Baby girl, gonna mob on the block

Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight

Baby girl, cook a damn good meal

And I think we'll blow up like dynamite

Keep this on repeat in the hood

It's for the ladies right here

Yeah, yeah, hey

Yo, what up Joe?

Greg Green, where the meat eaters at?

Yeah, yeah

Uh

Baby girl

Baby girl