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DABABY - GRAMMY PARTY (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ DABABY: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #DaBaby #GRAMMYPARTY #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (Yeah) Let's go, n***a Huh? That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby [Chorus] I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you— I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah) You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Yeah), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go) You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all n****s I tell 'em new n****s better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all n****s [Verse] Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, cars to the side Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive I'm in the paint on 'em, lil n***a small, I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog, she let me spank on 'em I ain't finna waste time with none of you n****s, I crank up that Rolls Royce and go to the bank on 'em (Skrr, skrr) Come get my key, I'm at the back with it, I'm on tequila, don't know the name of it Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover, 'bout to go buy my BM the new Ranger Rover These n****s weak, I'm in the way on 'em, ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em I ain't gon' ever believe that she love me until she go tattoo my motherfuckin' name on her, bitch, I'm a dog I'm in the cage on 'em, I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it These n****s carry their gun every now and then, I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it These n****s touch me, I bet you that magazine inside the church'll have one of their face on it, bitch, I'm a dog [Chorus] I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you— I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah) You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Mm), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go) You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all n****s (No) I tell 'em new n****s better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all n****s (Yeah, ho) [Outro] Yeah Bitch Yeah Let's go

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