
Baby $hit Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
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[Intro]
The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
Champ (What's up? What's up?)
James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
Cocaine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, man, don't never fuck with a nigga that—
That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah)
The nigga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah)
I swear to God, on my mama, nigga (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit, go get your paper, bitch
Rabbit potty trainin' every mornin', ho, I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby shit
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
Fuckin' ball player baby mamas hit me when them niggas play the Lakers, bitch
[Post-Chorus]
We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
California blow, she got a 'caine habit
I don't want the pussy if the gang had it
Was a ho before she got the same habit
Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
Dope and cocaina got my name brackin'
I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
Champ (What's up? What's up?)
James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
Cocaine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, man, don't never fuck with a nigga that—
That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah)
The nigga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah)
I swear to God, on my mama, nigga (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit, go get your paper, bitch
Rabbit potty trainin' every mornin', ho, I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby shit
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
Fuckin' ball player baby mamas hit me when them niggas play the Lakers, bitch
[Post-Chorus]
We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
California blow, she got a 'caine habit
I don't want the pussy if the gang had it
Was a ho before she got the same habit
Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
Dope and cocaina got my name brackin'
I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
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