Dead Presidents Haiti Babii

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[Intro]
Yeah, come on (I heard a broke nigga said somethin')
Yeah, come on (You need to pay attention)
Yeah, come on (I am the wave god, and this is the wave)
Ha (Nayta shit, go)
Step in the club with all my jewelry on me, nothin' too crazy (Nothin' too crazy)
Slap the fuck out one of them bitch niggas that look at me crazy
Zip yo' lips and sit quiet, let me show ya how a gangster do it
Yeah, that this murder music, fuck around, get turnt to it
This that—
Yeah, come on (We got all motherfuckin' night)
Yeah, come on (We goin' up)
Yeah, come on (West Coast is back)
Ha (We make the waves, nigga)

[Verse 1]
Step in the club with all my jewelry on me, nothin' too crazy (Nothin' too crazy)
Slap the fuck out one of them bitch niggas that look at me crazy
Zip yo' lips and sit quiet, let me show ya how a gangster do it
Yeah, that this murder music, fuck around, get turnt to it
It's that North side, nigga, you know how I'm rockin', nigga
Fuck who don't like it, nigga, stand up or stand down
I'm the type to give no fucks about no nigga or no ho (Ho)
I'm talking dog shit wit' all this liquor on the floor
Bring out the bottle girls, I got cash, I need mo'
Where all my rich niggas? Throw yo' cash on the floor (Ha)

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