Quality Control - Baby (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Quality Control - Baby (en) Lyrics
We's outta here.
Yeah
Rest in peace to bankroll,
show 'em how to do it
Baby goin' crazy, he been
gettin' straight to it
I done caught so many flights I end
up fuckin' all the stewardesses
Catch me in atlanta, no security
with my jewelry
Found out I'm rich, my baby
mama talkin' suin' me
'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the
pussy like she screwin' me
Catch him down bad, that's his
ass, nigga, you or me
Si diamonds on the chain,
he ain't foolin' me
We was skippin' school on the
train, duckin' truancy
My main partner turned into a rat,
he talkin' 'bout rod and me
I pray the judge give that boy
a bond so I can pop him
Look, I told you multiple times
take out the trash!
If I ave to tell you again,
you're fired.
Yeah, aaight. Whatever.
Take out the trash!
(Mocking tone) taking out the
trash!
Hey, man.
Come over here.
You got something for me?
Why don't you come work for
me? I have a job for you.
We was in the hood, sellin'
bags, shootin' choppas
I done fucked around and tried
to go and lease a helicopter
When I call you, be ready bro.
Baby really a problem, somebody
gotta stop him
And the haters watchin' too hard,
I think they got binoculars
Every nigga with me on go,
it ain't no stoppin' us
Niggas actin' like they got the
bag, I'm tryna stop it up
Do this for the bros down the
road, gotta lock it up
All you gotta do is say it's smoke,
then we're poppin' up
Baby got the streets on hold,
he ain't drop yet
I've been goin' hard, it's gon'
be hard for you to top that
I make it look easy, but this
shit really a process
I'm really a millionaire,
still in the projects
Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby, he the realest, baby probably
got a couple million
Baby hang with four or
five killers
Baby got children, baby probably
still drug dealin'
Baby ain't a trapper,
he a rapper
Baby makin' classics, baby in
the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real with
his people
Baby like a preacher, baby probably
still sell reefer
Huh? Baby probably still
got them 'bows
I tell my bitch I'm faithful,
but I still got the hoes
Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage
with the glizzy
Baby ceo, he shake the
game like he diddy
You would think it's mardi gras, I got
these bitches showin' titties
And I ain't throwin' beads, I
pull them bitches' weaves
I'm stallin' bitches out, if
I'm a dog, then she a flea
And when I fuck her doggy style
the only time I'm on my knee
(Man speaking spanish)
Hey man look, fuck all that,
I don't understand that.
Y'all need to keep this shit
english only. - Hey hey
For you... Ok ok ok where
is the money?
Where is the money, man?
Now your boy speaks english
Yeah, ya, yea, ayy
Yea I got the money, you
got the product?
It's close.
- Yeah.
Ok.
You're next baby
I barely wanna hit her, got her
beggin', "baby, please"
I tell a bitch to shut up, you
'bout to fuck my nut up
The label's ceo keep beggin'
me to keep the gun up
They know, you play with baby,
baby beat him, cut up
Private plane, wifi, on the
facetime with johnny
I told him, "ice my wrist up,
I like to hold my fist up"
How that boy dababy in the air
not gettin' his dick sucked?
Why he keep the fire and throw
them fours in every picture?
'Cause nigga
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