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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Ayy, haha And I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit, man Just got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds I'ma pop 'em out and act like its OG I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte Got 'em for a thousand sell 'em for the three Nigga keep blowing up my phone, crying to me Tryna get me sell it for the cheap No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (Uh) Ain't no refunds on a P (Uh) I got a bitch thats a freak she's on my side of town So she stay up the street (Uh) I don't like talking to broke bitches I remain silent like they the police (Uh) My bitches know I'm a dog I'ma go fuck another bitch, I need a leash (Uh) Baby Jesus, he ain't from Miami But that nigga ballin' and he got the heat (Uh) Please don't compare me to rap niggas Ain't no comparison I'm too unique (Uh) Dunkin' on niggas above the rim Shoutout to Money Man, he did the feat' (Uh) I hit the yo, do a remix Embarrass a rapper and shit on his beat (Uh) Somebody, I'm moving savage Put me in beast mode now it's time to eat Just got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds I'ma pop 'em out and act like its OG I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte Got 'em for a thousand sell 'em for the three Nigga keep blowing up my phone, crying to me Tryna get me sell it for the cheap No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (Uh) Ain't no refunds on a P (Uh) DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby Uh, ayy And I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit, man Ha
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