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Already (feat. Mari G) Video (MV)




Performed By: BabyFace T
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Shamari Brandy, T Lyons




BabyFace T - Already (feat. Mari G) Lyrics
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This shit gon be nasty though
You can have your bitch back, I done hit it already
You ain't gettin' shit back, we done split it already
You talkin' bout the street shit, we did it already
He can't testify on me, cause he dead already
Already what? I'm in the cut, I'm smokin' runtz
Got me a bad-ass lil' bitch, she from the Bronx
That lil' sad-ass lil' bitch, she tryna f*ck
Already did shit that you ain't done before
I feel like Danny Phantom, pull up in the Ghost
Last opp he tried to slide, we had to make a toast
Committin' homicide, we came from kickin' doors
Big ice in my chain, you try to touch it, you get froze
Roll up gas for my opps, cause we already got em' smoked
Throwin breesh in the strip until she get it off the floor
Digi dash with a hoe I put that shit up in her throat
Already spun your block twice, y'all niggas runnin'out of homies
Better keep ya mouth tight, I'm a ten toes, I'm never foldin
Pussy nigga want smoke, cancer, draw a Glock like a f*ckin' raffle
Hit his top, hit his f*ckin' tassel, already got the f*ckin' answer
On Gang
Y'all niggas clickin' up, it can get critical
Y'all niggas digital, that shit be typical
Prayin' for they downfall, like this shit spiritual, like it's biblical
Shorty gave me brain cells, that bitch must have a degree
So high, can't land, nigga, I'm already geek
Took your bitch, oh well, I guess she f*ck with Mari G
Put that bitch under my spell, now she f*ckin' with the team
You can have your bitch back, I done hit it already
You ain't gettin' shit, bad, we split it already
You talkin' bout the street shit, we did it already
He can't testify on me, cause he dead already
Ayy, hunnid guns, hunnid drums, imma addict
Leanin' back, smokin' gas, cuttin' up through traffic
My team makin' big waves, and all your motions static
Two hundred on the dash, to the cash, I gotta have it
Caught him on live, and that shit was cinematic
Wanna freeze time, so I went and iced my patek
Bricks in the mattress, got bricks in the attic
Pass me that plastic, turn this Glock automatic
Hit him with the hesi, caught a bag like a TD
Dressed in all black, so you'll never ever see me
Kick doors in Vegas like we play for the Raiders
Then I'll drive to the Duval, throw your body to the Gators
And my glock at night come equipped with a laser
Hollow tips, hit him, made a size of a crater
Pull up on me, and I got that good aim
Pull up on me, and I'll
Percs on a night stand, yeah, I know she f*ck with Mari G
The wock got me dizzy, I can tell, if she really cheeked
Parading through your city like a championship team
Straight ballin' like we won a championship ring
We already done this shit, we already lived that life
What yall niggas know bout that, what yall know about kickin door
Bitch we did it already
Yeah we did it already
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English

This shit gon be nasty though
You can have your bitch back, I done hit it already
You ain't gettin' shit back, we done split it already
You talkin' bout the street shit, we did it already
He can't testify on me, cause he dead already
Already what? I'm in the cut, I'm smokin' runtz
Got me a bad-ass lil' bitch, she from the Bronx
That lil' sad-ass lil' bitch, she tryna f*ck
Already did shit that you ain't done before
I feel like Danny Phantom, pull up in the Ghost
Last opp he tried to slide, we had to make a toast
Committin' homicide, we came from kickin' doors
Big ice in my chain, you try to touch it, you get froze
Roll up gas for my opps, cause we already got em' smoked
Throwin breesh in the strip until she get it off the floor
Digi dash with a hoe I put that shit up in her throat
Already spun your block twice, y'all niggas runnin'out of homies
Better keep ya mouth tight, I'm a ten toes, I'm never foldin
Pussy nigga want smoke, cancer, draw a Glock like a f*ckin' raffle
Hit his top, hit his f*ckin' tassel, already got the f*ckin' answer
On Gang
Y'all niggas clickin' up, it can get critical
Y'all niggas digital, that shit be typical
Prayin' for they downfall, like this shit spiritual, like it's biblical
Shorty gave me brain cells, that bitch must have a degree
So high, can't land, nigga, I'm already geek
Took your bitch, oh well, I guess she f*ck with Mari G
Put that bitch under my spell, now she f*ckin' with the team
You can have your bitch back, I done hit it already
You ain't gettin' shit, bad, we split it already
You talkin' bout the street shit, we did it already
He can't testify on me, cause he dead already
Ayy, hunnid guns, hunnid drums, imma addict
Leanin' back, smokin' gas, cuttin' up through traffic
My team makin' big waves, and all your motions static
Two hundred on the dash, to the cash, I gotta have it
Caught him on live, and that shit was cinematic
Wanna freeze time, so I went and iced my patek
Bricks in the mattress, got bricks in the attic
Pass me that plastic, turn this Glock automatic
Hit him with the hesi, caught a bag like a TD
Dressed in all black, so you'll never ever see me
Kick doors in Vegas like we play for the Raiders
Then I'll drive to the Duval, throw your body to the Gators
And my glock at night come equipped with a laser
Hollow tips, hit him, made a size of a crater
Pull up on me, and I got that good aim
Pull up on me, and I'll
Percs on a night stand, yeah, I know she f*ck with Mari G
The wock got me dizzy, I can tell, if she really cheeked
Parading through your city like a championship team
Straight ballin' like we won a championship ring
We already done this shit, we already lived that life
What yall niggas know bout that, what yall know about kickin door
Bitch we did it already
Yeah we did it already
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Writer: Shamari Brandy, T Lyons
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