Ralan Styles - Baby Shark lyrics

Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo (Haha ha)
Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo
Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo baby

Choppa sound like baby shark
'cause it go doo doo doo
I don’t got no opps no more
But this ain’t new to you
Said I’m just a broski
But, I know she’s fooling you
She gon' do some things to me
That she won’t do to you
They changing colors on the side
Just like a Rubiks cube I like toxic hoes
The ones who gon' be rude to you
I don’t need to flex
I don’t got shit to prove to you
Pop out with lil' Brodie
He gon' show you what that toolie do
What that toolie do
Papapap what that toolie do
B!tch get out the way I’m with the gang
You know, we coming through, yeah
Get yo hoe in check
'cause she gon' hit me when
She’s done with you (Ayy)

I heard that you snitch
Thеre ain’t no trustin' you
How you talking 'bout 'em, but
Be hanging with 'еm, I can’t f##k with you
All of Tallahassee
Been inside her ain’t no loving you
Until you get that check
There ain’t no love for you
There will be never be another me
There will be never be another me
There will be never be another me
One and only there will never be another me
You can’t even get mad at yo main
Because she f##k with me
Hit it from the back, I pull her hair
No she can’t run from me
Once I catch my nut
I gotta dip bae you ain’t stuck with me
Why the f##k he talking on the net
Like it ain’t up with me
Floating like a butterfly
Choppa on me stinging like a bumble bee
Same n#ggas that be talking 'bout me are
The same n#ggas that be under me
They slept on me
Now they be claiming they f##k with me
I feel like the goat, I feel like the shit
I swear to God you cannot humble me

Choppa sound like baby shark
'cause it go doo doo doo
I don’t got no opps no more
But this ain’t new to you
Said I’m just a broski
But, I know she’s fooling you
She gon' do some things to me
That she won’t do to you
They changing colors on the side
Just like a Rubiks cube I like toxic hoes
The ones who gon' be rude to you
I don’t need to flex
I don’t got shit to prove to you
Pop out with lil' Brodie
He gon' show you what that toolie do
What that toolie do
Papapap what that toolie do
B!tch get out the way I’m with the gang
You know, we coming through, yeah
Get yo hoe in check
'cause she gon' hit me when
She’s done with you (Ayy)