MIKE - BabyBoy lyrics
[MIKE - BabyBoy lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh, uh yuh, yuh, yuh
I been waiting at the bridge
Been tryna cross
Sprinting in my Timbs, winded if I limp
Hit the digit's, hit the lick
Where if you, imma hit it i been nervous
Check my fingers like the fidget
Imma make sure niggas eat
If my bigger homies did it in the city
We be sinning
See the, rainbow through the prisms
See the goal through the prison
Niggas swearing they be down but be
The lowest in the scrimmage
I was focused in my finish point
If it ain't the fam then I'm
The quickest one to get annoyed
Looking for the cash but I'm too
Dark to try and gеt employed
When thеm Canada's For Youth then
See em getting choices quake
So don't tell me bout the vote
I'm very focused on the lick
Hurry, hoisted me a trip
I sip the oyster from the lip
I'm down to hit a lick or anything
Chrissy got the henny
Man that boy get into anything
Feeling like I'm Jordan, I be balling
Getting many rings
Creeping in the crib tonight
Crawling like a centipede
My nigga we don't speak alike
I'm writing till that sentence bleed
Niggas want my soul and my energy
So I give em straight soles then
A fist to remember me
Remember hate rose in the
Midst of the jealousy
The ground break toes when
The sprint feel heavenly
Baby boy, man I do not wanna gas you up
But I'm sorry
Nigga you ain't coming after us
Spending bread then I bet it's
Coming back to us in the Bronx and it's
Smelling like it's Africa
Baby boy, man I do not wanna gas you up
But I'm sorry
Nigga you ain't coming after us
Spending bread then I bet it's
Coming back to us in the Bronx and it's
Smelling like it's Africa
I been waiting at the bridge
Been tryna cross
Sprinting in my Timbs, winded if I limp
Hit the digit's, hit the lick
Where if you, imma hit it i been nervous
Check my fingers like the fidget
Imma make sure niggas eat
If my bigger homies did it in the city
We be sinning
See the, rainbow through the prisms
See the goal through the prison
Niggas swearing they be down but be
The lowest in the scrimmage
I was focused in my finish point
If it ain't the fam then I'm
The quickest one to get annoyed
Looking for the cash but I'm too
Dark to try and gеt employed
When thеm Canada's For Youth then
See em getting choices quake
So don't tell me bout the vote
I'm very focused on the lick
Hurry, hoisted me a trip
I sip the oyster from the lip
I'm down to hit a lick or anything
Chrissy got the henny
Man that boy get into anything
Feeling like I'm Jordan, I be balling
Getting many rings
Creeping in the crib tonight
Crawling like a centipede
My nigga we don't speak alike
I'm writing till that sentence bleed
Niggas want my soul and my energy
So I give em straight soles then
A fist to remember me
Remember hate rose in the
Midst of the jealousy
The ground break toes when
The sprint feel heavenly
Baby boy, man I do not wanna gas you up
But I'm sorry
Nigga you ain't coming after us
Spending bread then I bet it's
Coming back to us in the Bronx and it's
Smelling like it's Africa
Baby boy, man I do not wanna gas you up
But I'm sorry
Nigga you ain't coming after us
Spending bread then I bet it's
Coming back to us in the Bronx and it's
Smelling like it's Africa