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    Lil Baby

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    Cook that shit up, Quay

    My mama been told me don't give no poor performance

    And whatever you gon' do, just do it

    Never thought 'bout doin' music

    I was tryna build my phone up

    Contact full of drug abusers

    Ridin' around with that mask tryna figure out what my cousin doin'

    Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin' bricks

    Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit

    Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich

    I be at James Harden house, I'm all in Houston, in the mix

    I'm talkin' 'bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks

    And I don't even know no players

    I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers

    I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up

    And we ain't squashin' shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us

    You niggas better pay up, yeah

    Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer go for a lighter sentence

    I don't want know no problems with y'all niggas, y'all got women tendencies

    Ion't gotta sell drugs no more, I'm bossed up, I got plenty business

    Ridin' 'round in that Lamb' truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain't rented

    Givin' out my respect, get respect in every city

    Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy

    Fucked around and got plugged in, I'm bitin' out that Richard Mille

    Stay out my lil' brother bidness

    Just know that they gettin' millions

    Press the button right there to let the doors in

    Go hard all year, Ion't care, I'm goin' all in

    This house, vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends

    My world or none, ain't mine, I cannot bargain

    Sippin' wockiana, come here thotiana

    Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah

    What kinda watch you wanted?

    Man, that's nothin', mami

    I'm not bein' funny, ah, yeah, yeah

    I shoulda knew you was gon' rat the day you told me

    A hundred racks in all dubs, it ain't no foldin' me

    I ain't no puppet, ain't with nobody controllin' me

    I go LeBron when it's crunch time, it ain't no holdin' me

    Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I'm tryna buy one

    I told lil' shawty, "Just let bygones be bygones"

    Tell the Feds get off my dick, I don't gotta buy guns

    Ain't got the right one, yeah

    Press the button right there to let the doors in

    Go hard all year, Ion't care, I'm goin' all in

    This house, vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends

    My world or none, ain't mine, I cannot bargain

    To let the doors in

    I'm goin' all in

    She callin' more friends

    I cannot bargain