Testo No Hook - DaBaby
Testo della canzone No Hook (DaBaby), tratta dall'album Back on My Baby Jesus $Hit
Oh yeah, Billion Dollar Baby
Ay
Yeah
Twinkle twinkle, I'm a star (yeah)
Who want a drink? I'm at the bar (ay)
My favorite freak, I hit her raw (oh yeah)
A lot of reefer, no cigar (ay)
I've got a leaf up in the car (ay)
No, I don't smoke it, I just sell it (oh yeah)
Ain't givin' nothing out on credit (ay, ay)
So come and see me when you ready (ay, ay)
Don't make me rain on your parade (ay)
I love my niggas like I'm gay (oh yeah)
We go to hell if we don't pray (ay)
I'm fresh as hell, look at my fade (fade)
Bitch, can't you tell it I'm the wave? (The wave)
I can pay for your bitch to get off (oh yeah)
She keep tellin' me all of your business
I can't wait for that bitch to quit talkin' (turn up)
I can't wait for my clique start ballin'
Pull that cash out on whatever
Got a new broad and that's my Cinderella
I fuck her friends she gon' prolly get jealous (ay, ay)
I got sauce drippin' on some chips
I can't get lost in the sauce, I be pimpin'
Fuck what it cost, I'm a boss, I'm gonna spend it
I'm not fallin' off 'cause I'm 'bout my business, yeah
And I'm gettin' money, my nigga
And God is my witness (for real)
I used to sneak in when my nigga was fuckin'
And rob all the bitches (still)
Somebody come home, I can't leave out the door
So I jump out the window (I'm gone)
Then I started sellin' pounds out the rental car
Pull up tell me what you spendin' (just pull up, just pull up)
And I'm known for finessin', I rob you for your money
Don't need a pistol (oh yeah)
I ran off on the plug because drugs he front me
Is way too expensive (nah, nah)
Now I go get them racks for a show
And I swear it's hell of a feeling (I go get the racks)
(What you want for a feature?) Go ask my manager
I don't remember (ay, ay)
I'm right back on the road, don't got no time for these hoes
Now they all in their feelings (eh, eh)
And free my cousin Dots, free my nigga, Rell
They're both locked up in prison (prison)
I pull up with a chauffeur, hop out the Suburban
Just like I'm P Diddy (I pull up, I pull up)
They let me off probation, I'm 'bout to go downtown
And pick up my pistol (go get my boy)
I was fuckin' your ho on the low
When you see her tell Baby a miss (ooh)
Used to give me that throat right before she went home
And let you kiss (true)
(Why you do 'em like that?)
She be like, "Fuck 'em, that nigga be trippin'"
And she wipe up her mouth and I pull my pants
Grab my shirt and get missin', I'm gone
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
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Writer(s): Jonathan Demario Priester, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
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