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Da Baby - KIRK Album Lyrics



Da Baby - KIRK Lyrics






Intro

Baby Jesus
This DaBaby
You already know it
Name of this mix-tape is So Disrespectful
I'm 'bout to be so disrespectful
I recorded all 10 songs at the crib
Some of 'em in my boxers, some of 'em in my socks
Some of 'em butt-ass naked
Some of these songs I recorded, your bitch was right behind me sitting on the bed, nigga, go ask her, she might keep it real with you
We gon' be so disrespectful
Ain't no hooks on none of these songs
I'm giving it to you
Niggas finna get this work
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: De'Juane Dunwood, Jonathan Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC




Intro

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: P. BOLER, LAWRENCE CENNETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Off The Rip

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Bop

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving, that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas? What's yo name?
Get the f*ck out the spot nigga
Tryna figure which deal I'm a take
I woke up couple mill' on my plate
I'm investing in real in the state
I just went and gave my mama a hundred
Probably won't hear me open my mouth
'Less you hear me talking about finding some money
As soon as I found it, I flipped that
I'm a little bit different, they get it
Know I'm stiff on a bitch and she dig it
Tryna find out why Baby ain't all in her mentions
No, she ain't get no DM from me
This rich nigga dick, it ain't free
She be throwing that ass, yeah she good at it
Turn around when we f*ck, make her look at it
She like

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving, that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

I'm unorthodox than a muhf*cka'
Aye, when you gone switch the flow?
I thought you'd never ask
You niggas ain't f*cking with me
And ain't 'bout what the f*ck they be rapping 'bout
With they lil' scary ass
But to each it's own nigga
If you like it, I love it, no biggie
That boy say he get money, oh, really?
How much they just cut you a check for? A millie
I'm going back to Cali like Biggie
'Bout to go get a pound just to smoke
They told me to come work on my album
I'm tryna go find out the price on a boat
My lil' bitch act like Megan Thee Stallion
She ghetto and nasty, she driving the boat
All this shit that they making be boring
Give me something to bop while I ride with the pole
Here you go

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving, that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

Aight, this shit for like, you know, the sophisticated ratchet hoe
You know, the ones that go to work by day
You know, dance in the mirror by night, ha

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving , that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas? What's yo name?
Get the f*ck out the spot, nigga
Tryna figure which deal I'ma take
I woke up couple mill on my plate
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Anton Martin Mendo, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




VIBEZ

Let's go
You know it's baby, nigga
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

She wanna f*ck with me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

Fill em' with vibes
Get in the ride
And no, a nigga not blind
But I keep that stick and I'm firing
Ain't met a nigga in life
That's f*cking with me
Say he did then he lying
We got so many vibes stuffed in the car
We can f*ck them hoes six at a time
I make them hoes say that nigga so fine
Girl he got that D you can feel in yo spine
Yeah that's what they say about Baby
You know them bitches don't play about Baby
Baby should go run for president
Look what God did, took his time with me

Got a red and white hoe like a peppermint
Pull up to the hotel, take the vibes in
She gone f*ck me and f*ck on my brethren
My brother and them
Having three hoes in the king size
I ain't finished yet, get another bitch
Got her riding dick and screaming "He-hah"
Make me proud girl, you a cowgirl
She did a handstand, I'm like wow girl
Got me f*cking her upside down
Yeah, we going dumb, say she wanna cum
I'm looking like when? She looking like now
Some mo' came in, say they want it too
I tagged in my brother, bitch I'm out

I know
She wanna f*ck with me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

She wanna f*ck on me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

Look, let's get on a jet
Come give me some neck
She ain't picking up
And her nigga just called, she gone send em' a text
I don't need no doc
Bitch, you know I'm a dog
Better send me the vet
Ever made you a million?
I tell em' riddle me that
Ain't offended me yet
My bitch drink Bacardi
I'm in this bitch feeling like Set
Quarter-mill on my neck
Over two on the crib
Fo' hundred thou on the whip
Dicking down yo lil' bitch
I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe
Pull up, make the doors raise the roof
Louis V army fatigue
I'm 'bout with a pole like a troop
Baby Ray Allen from three
You leave me open, I'm shooting
We like Martin and Pam at the hotel
We kicking hoes out, get the boot
These hoes catching bodies, they 'bout it
We having new vibes in the lobby
That's wherever we go ain't no problem
I just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye)

Pulled up like
She wanna f*ck on me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Pop Star

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Mathias Daniel Liyew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Gospel

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




iPhone

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay
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Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Onika Tanya Maraj, STEPINTHEKITCHEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Toes

(feat. Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo)

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

What I look like with all them twenties
Know them hoes like how I'm coming
What I look like with all this money?
How I look having all these hoes?
When I crack a smile, white gold
Yeah I'm talking diamonds, froze
Came from the bottom, toes

Yeah, Backend Baby (A hundred)
That's what they pay me a show
It's probably some cap in my rap, by the time this shit drop
They gone pay me some mo'
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up
Make a play at the store
Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

Nope, too raw
Dope
You know I'm the one of the GOATs
She let me put it in the back of her throat
Walk in the bank with a M in the choke
I'm tryna make a deposit
Let em' try and play with the money
Shawty gon' take off ya noggin'
Long as she want it and pick it I'm buying
I hadn't wrote for a year, I don't try
I get em' wacked, I don't advise em' to try it
Yeah, I'm running shit, I ain't lying
I got a backend for one-twenty-five
I bought a Patek for one-eighty-five
This shit getting easy

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

Heartless, don't need a valentine (Forever)
I call em' racks, not bands (Why?)
Ain't no rubberband on mine (At all)
I used to be down, down, down, down waiting on taxes time
Look at me now, now, now, now, they pay me to flex and shine
(I'm up, let's get it)
Big Speaker like a eighteen-inch sub
I'm a hunnid, you a dub
Looking for me, I'm booked up
50 Cent, I'm in the club
Diamonds on my earlobe, Ice on dyke
One-fifthy on studs
Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

What I look like with all them twenties
Know them hoes like how I'm coming
What I look like with all this money?
How I look having all these hoes?
When I crack a smile, white gold
Yeah I'm talking diamonds, froze
Came from the bottom, toes
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Really

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay
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Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Ross Joseph Portaro
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Prolly Heard

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't won't f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga

'Bout to buy a new lambo, let's go, nigga
Tired of selling them zips, get a bow, nigga
Me and Da used to post at the store
Gucci Mane in 06', swing my door, nigga
I told her, "I keep hearing voices"
Why he rich and he keep wearing Forces?
These niggas, they lactose intolerant (How 'bout you?)
Bitch, I'm married to cheese, no divorcing
Bitch, you can't get a ring if you want it
I pull up with a bitch that's so thick, think I'm Norbit
Slamming a hoe like I'm O'Neal
She want money for pussy, bitch, no deal
You can bet if I f*ck, it's a freebie
Bitches pay VIP just to see me
I'm a shark, he a shrimp, nigga peewee
F*ck a rapper, I spit on his CD
Bitch ass nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo', nigga

I'm still in the city bitch, no doubt
Gotta give me six figures to go out
I count up 50K 'fore I walk through
You try me at my show we gone show out
I just left the club with yo hoe, f*cked her right on the floor
She said I f*cked up her blow out
My bad boo, I thought that was weave
Orange juice, the first nigga try me, I squeeze
Before I f*cked her, f*cked a few of her friends
Can you tell her stop calling me please?
Bitches know I'm a dog off the leash
A big dog, niggas call me OG
Cross that line with us, he can't come back and say, "Sorry"
My city, they call that a plea
Let these rap niggas lie like it's sweet
I'm from Charlotte, you die when it's beef, nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga
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Writer: Ernesto David Jr. Shaw, Jiseok Lee, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Myles William Moraites
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Raw Shit

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay
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Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Tahj Javal Vaughn, Anton Martin Mendo, Melissa Marie Keklak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




THERE HE GO

(We got London on the track)
Okay
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

You know I ain't never have shit (Okay)
Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed
By a white man, 'cause his daughter f*ck with my adlibs
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad sis"
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch

I'ma buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch
Tell the valet park my shit at the front
I'ma hit the gas bitch
I just did five shows, three days
Came back with that bag bitch
Pockets holding 45K and a fo'-five, so I sag bitch
If a fat bitch know how to get some money I'll f*ck a fat bitch
Got a show coming up in London and got London on the track bitch
I give a fan a high-five at the airport, she did a backflip
I just went platinum and I'm coming back like

I don't think that they know Baby
I don't think that they know Baby
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

Man, f*ck Baby
That lil' nigga in there
She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear
A couple thousand to ya name, act like a millionaire
But I don't knock your hustle
Get it out the mud, I been there
Man, I'm so tired of niggas talking about who broke
Like we ain't all come from the bottom
We came up, I give 'em hope
And way before a nigga signed and made a rhyme
I was providing for my side
I had em' low and they had 'em high
You shopped with me, you ain't gotta lie

Now a nigga legit, huh
Fifty-thousand just to walk through
And do my one-two on yo bitch, huh
And bougie hoes didn't wanna f*ck with me
Now I got em' all on my dick now
Like Lil Baby, fo' pockets all full
The money can't fit now
Man, I pull up, niggas hollering

I don't think that they know Baby
I don't think that they know Baby
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

You know I ain't never have shit (Okay)
Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed
By a white man, 'cause his daughter f*ck with my adlibs
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad sis"
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch
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XXL

(I got 20 on my beat)
Everybody know my name ringing bells, ringing bells like the hallway
I ain't gotta cap in no muhf*ckin' rap, I'll whip out and air it out broad day
I got in with that stick and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a kit-kat
I've been tryna be positive, mama
They ain't f*cking with Jonathan, mama (Nope)
Who you know put they muhf*ckin' self on the map and now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me)
I send one of my lil' niggas come take you off, you get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket, the police, they know I'm legit
The police they know I got sticks, they be worried about me
They know I'm a clique
These niggas they know I'm a dog, I ain't worried about em'
I know he a bitch
The next nigga that come play with me, I'ma send him to go ask Tupac for a pic (Bitch)
They say I'm the hottest new nigga, go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (Hot)
Nigga must have a fever or something
Heard he was born up in Cleveland or something
Let me give you a history lesson, we moved back to Charlotte 1999 (Okay)
I ain't saying that none of that matters
'Cause if somebody touch me then somebody dying (No cap)
Why he talking so calm when he say that?
How he make em' rewind and replay that?
Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves
F*ck a muhf*ckin' wave cap
Every time that the DJ play 'Suge' niggas throw up they arms like a muhf*ckin' race track
Every time that my baby girl see me, she run and say daddy
I love when she say that
Every time I hit one of my moves all the bitches go crazy
They like how I do that
I keep one in the head
If I don't let off first, I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah I'm coming like Blade in this bitch
F*ck around and walk down in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with the greats
Wanna f*ck with me? She gotta wait (Bitch)

One the yacht with me, me, and the kid (It's four of us)
We on the sea eating steak (Yup)
I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
You going out sad about a hoe, I'm a pimp
He keep bumping his muhf*ckin' gums
We gone put his ass up like a muhf*ckin' blimp (Bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow with hoes, that's gone get em' exposed
He a muhf*ckin' simp
You know he got that thang on em' baby
Quit asking him why that boy walk with a limp
I don't care bout this muhf*ckin' chain
But I still buss yo muhf*ckin' brain
Just got head on a muhf*ckin' plane
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth
End up f*cking this hoe from the back
I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop
And these niggas ain't living like that
Why he talking so gangsta?
Yo bro, he a fluke
They know Baby gone blow, he a flute
They know Baby gone blow, he the bomb
They know Baby was just in Miami, now he in LA
Nigga think he Lebron

They know Baby go Baby on Baby
But five years ago, nigga say he was Jon
I touched down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (Dumb fast)
While he drive me around I be blowing out pressure
I'm chilling back seat with the iron
Bitch
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