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Dababy

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调：D# minor

Intro 1

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Verse 1
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Let   me get back on my hustle
G G 
 
Fuck a friend, it's off the muscle
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You smoking dick, you think I trust you?
G G 
 
Burn a nigga like I'm Usher (boom)
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I don't go back  and forth
all on the internet
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Have no interest for discussion (no)
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Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking
G G 
 
I prolly give her a concussion
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I need a plate and I ain't tryna wait,
G G 
 
I'm so fucking hungry I could starve
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My nigga snuck in with the rod
G G 
 
I'm bout whatever, that's on God
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I go to jail, I pay the bond
G G 
 
Please don't waste my fucking time
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Hate on me I     hit your hoe (hoe)
G G 
 
Play with me I get that iron
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Can   we fucking keep a secret?
That's a forty,
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bitch I keep it (boom)
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My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican
G G 
 
I fuck her every other weekend
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They swagger jacking,  I can peep it
G G 
 
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These nigga jacking my steelo
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Bitch, it's a brick, it's a kilo (brick)
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G G 
 
I beat a nigga up like Deebo
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His bitch got at me    on the
d- low (shh)
I'm wit' my niggas
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shooting cee- lo
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Wouldn't run up on me,
that's a no go (brr)

Interlude 1
I keep it on me like it's legal, bitch
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Verse 2
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They  shoulda told
you I'm coming
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Nigga play with me, I mop it (it's up)
Pull up on me, think I'm bluffing?
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Buss it on ya    have ya
running (brr)
Ya bitch can get it if she
want it (oh yeah)
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I'm killing ya bitch from the back,
I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey)
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All my nigga, they  a hunnid
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Police behind me,
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I'm running (I'm gone)
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My hoe make your hoe look ugly
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I don't do dimes,
I do 20's (for real)
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20 thousand on a Monday (20)
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30 thousand  on a Tuesday
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Caught ya bitch out on a Wednesday
She like my style,
I had a choosing (uh)
C# C# 
 
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Sleep on me and then you losing
Got a beam on the chopper (boom)
C# C# 
 
Make you lean when I pop it
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Got   some lean from the doctor
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Wherever you see me, I'm ready
My name a weight, this shit heavy
C# C# 
 
Got ya bitch face in my lap,
parked at the 7 11
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Yeah we at pump number nine
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This  ain't no pump, this a iron
They ain't let me in with the forty,
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snuck in the back with the 9
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These nigga be acting and ly    ing
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Posting up statuses crying
C# C# 
 
There really really ain't no real niggas
And I'm 'bout to light the bih' line
DaBaby