Chosen One
DeeBaby
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(Killer going crazy) (Simo Fre just killed it) Yo, back but I ain't seen you in a minute (what's up?) I'm doing fine Homicidal takers in my grandma house every night Months, nigga, I can call up Emirate if I need more time Watch, nigga, Baby where you been at? Bitch, I'm in my prime I heard money make the world go 'round, not me Out the mud, I'm coolin' with my dawgs, not fleas (gang) Perc and drank just stripped me from my fluids, need an IV Dropped a diss, ain't make a penny off that bitch, Junkie Mode made three M's, bitch, f*ck a Hellcat I got a killswitch Think about me way more than my hoes, I need a real bitch And Yay the only nigga that I trust, we standing twelve to six Last check got paid for fifty plus the ice, I should have more than this Not including what I get in this bitch, I'm really rich Not including what I gave Jay, that nigga loyal as shit Not including what I gave Yay and I'm still paying rents Don't get me started on all these cups, I spill the drank I sip Hellcat, just as you pulled up, we finna dunk a pint After the club we like, "Hey, friend," she let me f*ck all night It's been three years, don't check up on me, bitch, I'm doing alright I'm high as hell, my bro in jail so I just threw a kite Yeah, yeah, yeah Murder that I know, that bitch like 5'4" (yeah) Got great aim with that .45 why his eyes closed (yeah) Going for it, that's white some white girl bully snort nose (yeah, yeah) Estos some emeralds in my grip, it make my gun go Yeah, f*ck being too nice, bitch, f*ck being humble Sometimes I wanna kill that ho but that's my baby mama Ask how much I made when I woke up (how much?) A fucking Honda, racks, nigga Circle close, I don't gotta watch my back, nigga Lord, speaking 'bout my clothes, I wear the same thing (yeah) Bitch, I made a million in the same jeans, yeah Loyalty what I need, I don't run off cream (yeah) I heard you put sixty on my head, that's my A.P.E rings Eighty plus for my new peanut, they like, "Dee, you tripping" I'm always at the yo and niggas come up missing Hand out, pay me when we talk, I don't got time to kick it Yo' son gon' be here by November, Baby, slide, don't listen Baby run yo' money up 'cause you stayed down in prison Baby you the chosen one, stand on all business Baby you gon' be the one to get us out the trenches Baby it's nice to see you, how you been? Mind your fucking business (yeah) When I'm down, Peewee call me like he know something It's 2AM, been in the studio since four-somethig My lawyer just told the detectives they don't know nothing Twenty ounce, how many lines you tryna down? Four of 'em Yeah, I'ma stack that money for my son's son's son Big ol' choppers, even Glocks, they got drums, drums, drums A.P.E we big ol' sharks, you niggas pawns, pawns, pawns Bitch, don't walk off while I'm taking, I ain't done, done, done
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