baby girl Lyrics

So I was talking to my homegirl

She told me I make music like I hate bitches

I told her, I don't hate bitches

I really love them, for real

Walked off on many bitch

Might apply for a sneaker deal

Prideful as my daddy name, bitch

I'll die on any hill

Caught them niggas about Jody bike

You gon' find out that I'm P for real

Cold hearted, I'm a icebox

Yeah, I peep, but I keep it chill

I know they said be anything

But, bitch, be for real

You don't find niggas like me, for real

Book smart with some street appeal

Still hit coney for a pita meal

Spin 3rd Street, but by Peterboro

Text said she wanna fuck tonight

But I'm gettin' money, it might be tomorrow

Time is money, don't get impatient

Eat it now or get busy waitin

I know what you really saying

You just miss the way I used to rearrange it

Out the crib, I heard the paper boy

You gotta be alone when I get the paper

Tryin' to say that I played it foul

But that's foul-er, you might need a flagrant

You see my stripes, I'm a referee

Goofy ass, got quick feet

But I'm ten toes, you gotta really step to get ahead of me

Show them folks everything you have

But just make sure you give the cred to me

It ain't came stock, you a mannequin

I had to build a bad bitch from head to feet

I don't wanna be

Baby, I don't wanna live

Baby, I don't wanna go

I don't wanna be alone

Big dog, but I'm bred different

I get a bitch Craig-listed

I done fed bitches, I done led bitches

First place, I'm a breadwinner

When I go to bed, I pray for peace

And a bad bitch, that's a headhunter

Or comin' up on a million bucks

I'd rather take the latter if I'm bein' honest

Cut the cost, had to bring in profit

Did the talk, but I ain't did the knowledge

Speakin' venom with a web of lies

Shit, I ain't know that you was Peter Parker

Now my dear, dearly departed

No mapquest, we here regardless

Made every plate that hit the table

Only asked you if you could bring the parsley

Full plate, I'm tryna get the seconds

Time is money, I can't miss a second

Joy walkin', I was out in traffic

At the crossroads, what's the intersection

Gotta dead that shit

Head ass shit

All of the time to figure you out

Ain't fill an account, ain't bringin' me clout

I was LaKeith, you be Lupita

You think it's a us, but I'm tryna get out

With a bitch bad as Trina, ass big as the sun

Like nothin' the same

My head in them clouds, up top in the pent

I'm not headin' down, know that some time

I know that some time

You get hard of hearin', but how that shit sound

Thinkin' you more than a trial

Baby mistaken