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DaBaby - BLAME IT ON BABY Album Lyrics



DaBaby - BLAME IT ON BABY Lyrics






CANT STOP

(Everything Foreign)
Yeah
Bitch, it ain't no stoppin' no nigga like me
Bitch, it ain't no stoppin' no nigga like me, let's go
(New album, nigga) it's Baby, on Baby, on Baby (new album)
Baby, on Baby, on motherf*ckin' Baby
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?

Bitch, it ain't no stopping no nigga like me
This the intro, watch me get into it (let's go)
Bitches call me a cutie, I'm groovy
My daughter took care of forever off music (muah)
Screaming, "Fly high," to Kobe, Gianna, we ballin'
I can't tell you shit about losin' (R.I.P.)
Finger f*ck allegations, keep hatin'
I'm patiently waitin' on niggas to prove it (you bitch)
Bitch, you know I turn piss into lemonade
Turn shit into sugar, that's chocolate pudding
Let you know I don't f*ck with you anyway (hm)
Know I keep getting better, you thought that I wouldn't
I'ma keep lettin' off, I'm a renegade
The media blitzed and I took off and shook 'em
Came out like a boss and they feel a way (ha)
Gon' end up gettin' f*cked, you keep thinkin' I'm pussy
Bitch, I'm 'bout my business, it's all about timin'
When I put this shit on, I don't cop from no stylist
I'm all on the TV and net, I'm too viral
I pull up with a vibe, when we hop out, we vibin'
I like movin' in silence, don't bother nobody
He come bother me, I'ma catch me a body
I don't get into politics, I just be poppin' shit
Obviously hot as a motherf*ckin' fire (hot)
Let me cool off a minute
I got nothin' to hide, I don't run from my problems
Just tryna get you out my business (you bitch)
Only answer to God, I'm already convicted
If I'm havin' you as my witness (uh-huh)
Having hoes at my shows, tryna take off they clothes
I don't know what to do with them bitches (let's go, huh)
You know it's Baby, nigga
Let's go

Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Let's, oh, no, bitch
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I just can't motherf*ckin' stop, man)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I just can't stop)
Let's go, bitch (and they can't motherf*ckin' stop me)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I know this shit frustratin', man, like I know)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me, bitch
(I know it's frustratin' for you niggas, dawg) uh
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I know it's frustratin' for you bitches, dawg)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (ain't no stoppin' no nigga like me)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me

Verse two
You do what you want when you poppin' (let's pop)
Guess I do what I want, plus I'm single as f*ck
See my boo in the cut, I got options (muah)
Know I'm all up her skirt like a stockin' (mm)
My album make hoes, call me Kirk like my mama
I see how they peepin' the technique and jockin'
All these icy VV's on my neck, let's play hockey (bling, bling)
I'm guessin' that he brought a stick, 'cause I brought a stick (yeah)
And I ain't the type to be payin' for pussy
I f*ck hoes for free, never bought a bitch
Hold me up to the sun, I'm not counterfeit (yeah, yeah)
I just got a new gun from my bottom bitch
And I'm ready to slang it, I'm warnin', I'm dangerous (boom, boom, boom)
Come f*ckin' with me, better find a ditch
And throw yourself in it 'cause that's how I'm living
When I get in my feelings, I make niggas feel it
When I hit your lil' bitch, I put dick in her kidneys
On a date with my new hoe, I took her to Wendy's
We ain't going in, get that shit from the window
Take that hoe through the drive-thru
Keep playin' me like a hoe, we gon' slide through
It's cool, I'ma let you act up on the internet
Let's see you niggas act tough when I find you
Bitch ass nigga

And um bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me, huh?
Nah, bitch (f*ck)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Let's go, bitch
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Oh, no, bitch (I wish the f*ck I would let a bitch ass nigga stop this shit)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (or a bitch, can't no bitch or no bitch ass nigga stop this shit, dog)
Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me

Baby, on Baby, on motherf*ckin' Baby, nigga
Let's get it
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Writer: Carlos Goodwin, John Wesley Lucas, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Michael Hernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






PICK UP

Let's go
(Wait a minute, who are you?)
(Ayo, K.I.d)

Pick up, pick up, pick up
Better watch his lil' bitch 'cause I'm up off the liquor
I been turnin' her down, she on go, tryna get up
Crack a smile at your hoe, she gon' fall out and shiver
Nigga going out sad 'bout the hoe, he a Skittle, sweet
Take the jet to New York like I'm Jigga (nyoom)
When you poppin', you know that come with paparazzi
I hate going outside, they all know I'm that nigga (go)

Slide on a nigga, they drive through like Wendy's (slide)
They all pray for the time of the day, I been busy
I turned her down, now that lil' nigga picky
She wasn't gettin' no money, I told her to miss me
Oh, y'all like takin' pictures? Think y'all niggas sissy
My lil' nigga been loyal, I threw him a fifty
I pull up in an Escalade, hop out in Timberlands
My bitch, she got finger wave hair like she Missy
Bitch, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
I look better in person, lil' hoe, I get jiggy
Spend that lil' money, I ain't tryna save it
We ain't tripping on none of that, bitch, we got plenty, bread
Bread on your head, bitch, I'm Jiffy
F*ck around, drop a movie on niggas like 50
If Big Worm would've pulled up, I would've start hitting
If Deebo choked me out, bitch, I would've killed him, bitch

Pick up, pick up, pick up
Better watch his lil' bitch 'cause I'm up off the liquor
I been turnin' her down, she on go, tryna get up
Crack a smile at your hoe, she gon' fall out and shiver
Nigga going out sad 'bout the hoe, he a Skittle, sweet
Take the jet to New York like I'm Jigga (nyoom)
When you poppin', you know that come with paparazzi (wait a minute, who are you?)
I hate going outside, they all know I'm that nigga (go, Quavo)

Pick up, pick up, don't pick up the phone
I'm trappin', lil' nigga, don't pick up (brrt, brrt)
We been havin' drip and I'm puttin' that shit on
And I'm lightnin', I'm icin', I'm flooding my wrist up (ice)
Add it up, nigga, just put your lil' 'fit up (add it)
Yes, sir (yes, sir), put that lil' shit up (woo)
Bad bitch, look like she do sit-ups (bitch)
I bought the Lamborghini just to get up (go)
Keep talkin' that talk and I popped him, laughin'
Skrrt (skrrt), yeah, I'm ducking the traffic (woo)
I'm doing this shit in spectacular fashion (uh)
Straight out the Nawf and the chopper get tactic (woo)
Shoot at the floor (raow), I got him dancing, dancing
Shake that bitch out of your panties
I am the 'Cho ('Cho), what did I score? (Woo)
Hoe, you already know I'm the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)

Pick up, pick up, pick up
Better watch his lil' bitch 'cause I'm up off the liquor
I been turnin' her down, she on go, tryna get up
Crack a smile at your hoe, she gon' fall out and shiver
Nigga going out sad 'bout the hoe, he a Skittle, sweet
Take the jet to New York like I'm Jigga (nyoom)
When you poppin', you know that come with paparazzi
I hate going outside, they all know I'm that nigga (go)
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Writer: De Juane Malachi Dunwood, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






LIGHTSKIN SHIT

Ah, ah, aha
Yeah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

My bitch like a model
Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle
F*ck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch I just hit the lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
F*ck a pill, where that pussy? I pop it (I pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last hoe
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go

Lightskin shit
She f*ck with me, she turn into a lightskin bitch (uh, ha)
Family in our business on some hypeman shit
She ain't respondin' to my text, she on some lightskin shit
I don't like that shit
Pull up with a new hoe (let's go, skrr)
Wrecked my four door, I went bought a two door (yeah)
When you out we on liquor and Nuvo (huh)
I'ma dog on a bitch, call me Cujo (grr)
Bitch, yeah, I went ran the score up (uh)
Put my dick down her throat 'til she throw up (throw up)
Hard to hideout in public, they know us
Picture's viral before the shit's go up (pic)
F*ck is a pic to a rich nigga? (Nigga)
I'm havin' my way with your bitch
The same bitch that was havin' her way with a bitch nigga
Niggas goin' out sad 'bout these hoes, but me? Um

My bitch like a model
Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle
F*ck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch I just hit the lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
F*ck a pill, where that pussy? I pop it (I pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last hoe
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go

My bitch in the trap with a mask on (yeah)
I just flipped two dimes in the restroom (let's go)
Had the magazine tucked like a super goon (baby)
Had to sweep the drug money with the broom (woo)
Walkin' through Chanel in the back-back (we did it)
I could buy the bales with the money in the backpack, yeah
And Rolex, yeah
Almost went to Hell, that's a big fact (Pluto)
I done cut up the wrist on my sleeve (I cut it)
Like I'm suicidal on the jet (let's go)
I done turnt your favorite to a pet (turn up)
Check the hunnid milli presidents
It's hard to fall off, I'm super relevant (I'm super)
On the billi dollar, killed the middle man
Tryna treat me like I'm not the trigger man
Got a real one and she reppin' Taliban, gang, yeah

My bitch like a model
Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle
F*ck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch I just hit the lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
F*ck a pill, where that pussy? I pop it (I pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last hoe
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go
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Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






TALK ABOUT IT

Baby (Wheezy outta here)
Let's go

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga, make him get down, get down, get down

Yeah, bitch, you ain't seen a nigga do it like Baby (uh-uh)
Big chain and I'm solo in this bitch
Glock four-five, AP and four bracelets (let's go)
I just spent three million on the crib (three Ms)
And I don't even be there, I just did it for my baby (no cap)
You prolly never met a nigga like me
Really 'bout whatever, from the bottom like the basement (the bottom)
You might have a point but I ain't finna argue with you
Won't go back and forth or be to shoutin'
I'm in the studio
I got my daughter with me in a Fendi dress, she rockin' diamonds (from Johnny)
Light show, nigga (let's go)
Heat me up, I got my ice on, nigga
I be signin' million-dollar deals with my fingertips on eSign
On my f*ckin' iPhone, nigga
I'm the nigga, let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (no cap)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga, make him get down, get down, get down

Court dates for the New Year (2020)
Twenty on a lawyer, twenty-seven thousand for a jet I never boarded
Everybody in the county treat a nigga like the truth (truth)
Lock the jail down every time a nigga move (lockdown)
In a dirty-ass cell, doin' push-ups, eatin' soup
The media believin' 'em, they wanna see me go back
Rich nigga can't rob a broke nigga and you know that
Locked a nigga up in South Florida like he Kodak
A quarter million dollars in my motherf*ckin' tote bag
They think I like to fight until a nigga get a toe tag (boom)
Hang his jersey up, the shit a throwback (throwback)
Police ain't know me, they don't wanna see me bubble
Pretty-ass smile like my motherf*ckin' mother
All the nigga know is hustle, multi-million dollar nigga
Got to stay up out of trouble, I'm the realest nigga in it
Let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga, make him get down, get down, get down
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga, make him get down, get down, get down
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Nils Noehden, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






SAD SHIT

Let me do some sad shit for the real niggas

Yeah, I know my old bitch miss me
Probably scrollin' down my timeline now (I know)
Her friends tryna find out how (I)
How she let a perfect nigga like me go (I know)
And everywhere she go, my song on the radio, huh?
She probably turned it down, don't wanna play me though, huh? (I know)
But I ain't really trippin', how you did me, it was f*cked up (yeah)
But when you get your mind right (yeah), I'm waitin' on ya (yeah)

'Cause, baby, I know my old bitch miss me
I miss you too, I can't even cap, like for real
Now I'm gone, and my heart's empty (wait a minute, who are you?)
I'm f*cked up 'bout you (ayo, K.I.D.)
Let me switch it up real quick, let me switch it
Tell me what I did to you, thought I could be real with you (I know)
Let's go get a crib, I can live with you
Have some kids with you, yeah, yeah

F*ck that, I'm back on my pimpin' (pimp)
Back f*ckin' four or five women
If I really did you wrong
Then tell me why the f*ck I'm in my feelings?
Singin' in my motherf*ckin' songs
Starin' at my motherf*ckin' phone (brrt)
Can't wait for you to pop up
Tried to get you pregnant, get you knocked up
You know I got the whole world against me
I thought that you was with me
Everybody out here wanna see me locked up
You know I love the way you do it to me, baby
Know you thinkin' 'bout when you was with DaBaby
Probably end up with a sucker nigga who ain't really real
A nigga who won't care about his kids
A bitch nigga, probably don't respect his mother
You know I ever catch you with a nigga, gettin' beat up
You know when you was cold, I came through and helped you heat up
What you doin' with that nigga?
Girl, you know you don't belong with him
Supposed to be with me out on the ocean with your feet up, rollin' weed up
Keep it real with him, you ain't gotta lie

I know (I know) my old bitch miss me
I miss you too, I can't even cap, really
I know, now I'm gone (I'm gone) and my heart's empty
I'm f*cked up 'bout you, no cap
I know (I know) my old bitch miss me
I miss you too, I can't even cap, like for real
Now I'm gone (I'm gone), and my heart's empty
I'm f*cked up 'bout you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

F*ck that, I'm goin' back in, nigga
Hit it from the back end, nigga
Why you talkin' so aggressive?
You ever got your heart broke, nigga?
By a Spanish bitch, Narcos, nigga?
Got me lookin' for a Polo
Can you hear her sayin', "Marco", nigga?
I can't hear sayin', "Marco", either
That mean she ain't there
That mean the lil' bitch don't care
I'm like Q when he lost Moesha
Got me feelin' like Monique when she lost the Professor
Got me feelin' like the Prince if he lost Cinderella
F*ck a glass slipper
That's her new nigga right there
Who, him? He a sucker ass nigga
Oh, so now you don't know me, wanna act like my sister
You ever seen a nigga get slapped with a pistol?
And I ain't ever goin' outside 'bout a ho
But this one ain't no ho, it's my ho, nigga
So tell 'em how you feel, baby

'Cause I know (I know) my old bitch miss me
'Cause I'm gone (I'm gone) and my heart's empty
Yeah, yeah
I know (I know) my old bitch miss me (yeah, I know)
Now I'm gone (I'm gone) and my heart's empty
Yeah, turn up

And that's just how a real nigga feel, man
This how a real nigga feel so a real nigga gotta keep it real
You know what I mean?
You know, that's why it sound like that, that's why it feel like that 'cause it's that real
Baby
I told K.I.D. "Give me some sad shit for the real niggas"
He gave me some sad shit for the real niggas, here you go
Here you go
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Writer: De Juane Malachi Dunwood, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Thomas Edmourd French
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






FIND MY WAY

Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.I.D)

I keep it loaded when I ride 'cause I'm still a nigga
I f*ck with her to ease my mind, 'cause I be in my feelings
And every single person in my life tell me I'm their hero
But when it's up and then go down, they treat me like the villain
Guess I forgot to mention
I'm just a nigga with a broken heart, tryna find my way back home
And I'm sittin' here with the car in park while she ride dick to my song

Ooh, I know the feelin', ain't it? (Okay)
You ever feel the way I feel, you know it feel amazin' (let's go)
I had this bitch, we used to kick it, she was feelin' baby (mwah, mwah, mwah)
She stepped on my heart, had me feelin' basic (damn)
You know how people like to come back when you level up (uh-huh)
I made a change, you stayed the same, I got ahead of ya
Plus I been tryin' to free up some time in my schedule, but (uh-huh)
When opportunity knockin', I never say no
'Cause I been busy catchin' them blessings I used to pray for (let's go)
Stackin' up the back-end like Tetris, we playin' Legos
And every day I pray to God that a nigga don't try to play, though
'Cause I don't like to play, be done gave a nigga a halo (boom, boom, boom)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the people I lost, know I got some angels
Chillin' with my freak, when we f*ckin', it ease my anger
I'm takin' selfies with my bitch, she keep switchin' up different angles
And no, I never kept a bitch, but I always keep me a banger (boom, boom, boom)

I keep it loaded when I ride 'cause I'm still a nigga (ah)
I f*ck with her to ease my mind, 'cause I be in my feelings
And every single person in my life tell me I'm their hero
But when it's up and then go down, they treat me like the villain
Guess I forgot to mention
I'm just a nigga with a broken heart, tryna find my way back home
And I'm sittin' here with the car in park while she ride dick to my song

Ooh, I let her ride again
She spread her legs and open up, I end up slidin' in (okay)
She know the shit excitin', you is not excitin' him (me)
She swallow me up every mornin' like a vitamin (yup)
He know to come look where I'm at, he wanna find his bitch (she with me)
Know I'm aggressive, when she kiss me, like to bite her lip (grr)
I don't be makin' love songs, they don't excite a jit (no)
Real nigga, I got feelings, (yeah) I'm not hiding it (okay, let's go)
Still pimpin', tell the bitch I really like her friend (yeah, bitch)
You know her pussy good 'cause I be tryna fly her in (yeah, bitch)
If I speak once, she don't respond, I won't say hi again (bitch)
She catch me once and let me slide, I never lie again (let's go)
My name not Melly, I got murder on my mind again (uh-huh)
I'm with the shits, I'd kill him twice if he could die again
And if he think 'bout tryin' me, he better try again
'Cause I'ma let 'em spin, if he don't drop, then we gon' slide again

I keep it loaded when I ride 'cause I'm still a nigga (ah)
I f*ck with her to ease my mind, 'cause I be in my feelings
And every single person in my life tell me I'm their hero
But when it's up and then go down, they treat me like the villain
Guess I forgot to mention
I'm just a nigga with a broken heart tryna find my way back home
And I'm sittin' here with the car in park while she ride dick to my song (bitch)
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Writer: Dejuane Dunwood, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






ROCKSTAR

Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh)
How you pull up? I pull up (Seth in the kitchen)
Let's go

Brand new Lamborghini, f*ck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin'
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f*ckin' bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime
Just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son
Was always guaranteed to get the money (okay, let's go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out and shoot (boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two
And I'll kill another nigga too
'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you
Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different
Daddy love you (yeah, yeah)

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f*ck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (woo, yeah)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin'
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
You fool me one time, you can't cross me again
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
But they ain't even want no smoke (no smoke)
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f*ck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
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Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Rodrick Moore, Ross Joseph Portaro
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






JUMP

(Cha-ching)
Okay, let's go, nigga
(Rocco did it again)
(Wait a minute, who are you?)
(Ayo, K.I.D.)

I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we f*ckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin'

She say I look good, bitch, I been doin' push ups
Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck
My lil' daughter two, but got six figures put up
Knock his head off his neck 'fore he look up
Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch, I stood up (what that mean?)
I stood up on they neck for a check (uh-huh)
Now my head get 'em stressed, I'm a vet
I get 300K for a show, bitch, I'm blessed

Go to trippin' and buckin', them hoes get down
I spray it, I don't go no handles (bah, baow)
We be pullin' up back to back, play, we gon' handle that
I'ma walk in with Three and Montana
Go to buckin', won't wait for to touch him
He start it, you know he gon' get his shit canceled (cancel his ass)
Put that stick to your face, screamin' out 4KTrey
From the north of Baton Rouge to Atlanta
Talk out his top, put them bands on him, bitch (the f*ck?)
I be runnin' my city, the police don't like it
They know we be steppin' on shit (steppin' on shit)
Put that blick on your brother, you feelin' some way
Make him hot, tell him dig up the bitch (dig up the bitch)
Shoot two hundred, bet one, how you livin', lil' nigga?
You know I be havin' this shit (me too, lil' nigga)
Paranoid every day, I be feelin' some way
When you bring up the static and shit

Switch the channel, we fixin' that static (let's switch)
Give a nigga a clip, he can have it
Get to hittin' so quick, they think it's automatic (boom, boom, let's go)
Nigga gon' try to hide in the house
Get his ass to come out, hit his bitch ass in traffic (like boom)
Made a song in ten minutes, went platinum
Know we still with the shits, send a hit, we get active (yeah)
Mention YB and Baby, the game in the padlock (yeah)
My lil' bitch got that ass with no waist, pretty face
A six pack, niggas think she got ass shots
I hit her from the back 'til we pass out (uh-huh)
I Kurt Angle that hoe, put her leg in the air, ankle lock
Hold that bitch 'til she tap out (bitch)
Be one deep on your street with that strap out (one deep)
F*ck a rapper, let's see what that rack 'bout
Got a brand new pistol, nigga

I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we f*ckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin'

Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two
When it come to murder, you know how we do
When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands to yourself
It go down, shoot it up, spin again in a coupe (bang, bang)
When you come to my house, you see everything new
You probably'll find a strap in every room
I went bought me a Rollie on top of this Patek
But, bitch, it ain't on, I'ma jump out with two
Shorty say she on me, yeah
We be on her ass soon as I walk in the room
Nigga don't know me, yeah, we be on his ass
Stalk him all through the day to the moon
Street nigga, I don't never pick and choose
I be totin' on somethin' make all them bitch niggas move (pussy)
Soon as we run down, we gon' dirt him
You know it ain't certain, we never be leavin' no clues, nigga

Hold on, I'm Lil Top, nigga, believe that
I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we f*ckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin'

I make it jump like I'm Giannis (just honest)
Tryna see how it feel from behind her (let's go)
Know that lil' bitch ain't shit, don't deserve to suck dick
Make that bitch give me head with a condom (uh-huh)
Wanna gamble and crap out, let's get it
We put racks on his motherf*ckin' cap like a fitted (no cap)
Baby pull up 2020, hop out like it's nothin'
That lil' nigga stuntin', he shittin' (vroom)
I get high by myself in the skybox (yeah)
I came out the house, two F&N's for the day (two)
Why you bring 'em both out? Nigga, why not? (Why?)
Let 'em go like a pro, let 'em try now (let's try)
I can't go like a hoe, I'ma bond out (bitch)
Send my bro, up the score, let 'em find out (up)
Pick up my boo from school and we sign out (mwah)
Any hoe that get rude gettin' timeout, talk to 'em, nigga

I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we f*ckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin', bitch

Blame it on Baby, nigga, yeah
Blame it on motherf*ckin' Baby, nigga, blame it on Baby, nigga
Blame it on Baby
Yeah
Let's go
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Writer: De'Juane Dunwood, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Rocco Valdes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






CHAMPION

Yeah, yeah
(Wait a minute, who are you?)
(Ayo, K.I.D.)
Let's go (woo)

Yeah, I took the cash route
I put in more time, more grind, no lyin'
I didn't take the fast route (let's go)
Suck it up, no cryin', no cryin', no cryin'
I didn't ask for handouts (yeah)
Go to work, no grind, no shine, no shine
And that's how you stand out (yeah)
Yeah, that's how I stand out (yeah)
Yeah, I took the cash route
I put in more time, more grind, no lyin' (let's go)
I didn't take the fast route
Suck it up, no cryin', no cryin', no cryin'
I didn't ask for handouts (uh-uh)
Go to work, no grind, no shine, no shine (yeah)
And that's how you stand out
Yeah, that's how I stand out (let's go)

Yeah, I took the cash route
I did it and did it again (what you did?)
I started at one and I went up to ten
Came back, now I'm winning again (uh-huh)
We pull up behind tints, which one he gon' hop out? (Skrrt)
They don't know what whip that he in (vroom)
Put in hours of practice and that's how it happened
I don't even pick up a pen
Nah, I'm comin' straight up off the top with it (let's go)
Ain't a power forward, he ain't a center, but he was on the block with me
Shootin' in the gym, really got it in, he put up the shots with me (uh-huh)
Now we breakin' bread, everybody playin', he hold up a knot with me (no cap)
We took the cash route (let's go)
Yeah, I'm talkin' mula, fetty (uh-huh)
We grew up off of noodles, spaghetti
Used to be peanut butter and jelly (uh-huh)
Now the Chevy gon' come when it's ready (uh-huh)
What you know 'bout the lights off, candles? (Lights)
I provide with the mic off dancin' (like Mike)
I'm a star and I'm moonwalkin'
Now I got the whole room talkin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' trophies
I got everybody talkin' down, actin' like they know me
I'm a champion like LeBron, ballin' with my homies
I'm better than the old me
R.i.P. to Kobe, yeah

Yeah, I took the cash route (uh-huh, go)
Put in more time, more grind, no lyin'
I didn't take the fast route (let's go)
Suck it up, no cryin', no cryin', no cryin'
I didn't ask for handouts (yeah)
Go to work, no grind, no shine, no shine
And that's how you stand out (yeah)
Yeah, that's how I stand out (uh-huh)
Yeah, I took the cash route (let's go)
I put in more time, more grind, no lyin'
I didn't take the fast route (uh-huh)
Suck it up, no cryin', no cryin', no cryin'
I didn't ask for handouts (uh-huh)
Go to work, no grind, no shine, no shine (yeah)
And that's how you stand out (yeah)
Yeah, that's how I stand out (let's go)

Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
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Writer: De'Juane Dunwood, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Thomas French
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






DROP

(We got London On Da Track)
My voice kinda f*cked up, but you know
Yeah

They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop
I ran the light and hit the gas (yeah, yeah)
She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (yes, sir)
She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (yeah)
She always been a good girl, but she f*ck me like a thot (okay)
I take my time, I have her blastin' (yeah)
She know that nigga think he f*ckin' with me, but he not
She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga

Thought that it was over, but I'm back now
I run up them racks and now them hoes know how to act now
Looking for the truth? You found a nigga
Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn't it?
Thought I was just like you 'til I bought a new car
Pull up in that bitch, like vroom
And I dropped your boo off
You'll probably pick her up later
I probably pick up a quarter million and shit on a hater
And it ain't a nigga gave me shit, but I did plenty of favors
I'm talking favors
Favors you ain't deserve and you ain't want that (yeah)
Passin' out these loans that I don't want back (yeah)
By the time you cross the line, I let you go back (yeah)
And now I pull up, drop the window, yell out

They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop (let's go)
I ran the light and hit the gas (yeah, yeah)
She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (yes, sir)
She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (yeah)
She always been a good girl, but she f*ck me like a thot (okay)
I take my time, I have her blastin' (yeah)
She know that nigga think he f*ckin' with me, but he not
She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga

Look, I ain't trippin', I already got more money than my opps
I'm just tryna get more money than last year
Don't argue with 'em, we take care of any problem that we got
I just hope when it's over, you got my back, uh-huh
And I ain't nothin' like your last
Look, I ain't nothing like your last nigga, you buggin', I run it up
Had to stack my bread up, I was sick of feelin' regular
Niggas out here drillin' her and you worried about impressin' her
(Yeah) I swear he's not me
If he ain't with the shits, then he not with me
I'm icy as a motherf*cker, golly
Why the f*ck wouldn't they wanna rob me?

They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop
I ran the light and hit the gas (yeah, yeah)
She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (yes, sir)
She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (yeah)
She always been a good girl, but she f*ck me like a thot (okay)
I take my time, I have her blastin' (yeah)
She know that nigga think he f*ckin' with me, but he not
She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga (yeah)
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Writer: Artist J. Dubose, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Leon Krol, London Tyler Holmes, Mario Stefan Petersen
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






BLAME IT ON BABY

I'm like, "F*ck it, let the beat build nigga"
I do my own thing, ain't worry 'bout how he feel nigga, let's go
Special Ed, yeah, I'm a re-re nigga
Can I get a re? (Ahem) Yeah, a refill, nigga
Your favorite rapper say he f*ckin' with Baby, somebody lied
Play with ya kids, 'cause the last nigga played me, somebody died (yeah, yeah)
Playin' both sides, go play the victim, oh, now they cryin'
I water park when I slip in my baby, she let me slide
Chocolate-ass nigga (yeah), real nigga rockstar
Platinum sellin' popstar, poppin'-ass nigga (pop)
My bitch is like a Barbie, woo like I'm Pop Smoke
I lift up one leg when she drop that ass, nigga (drop)
Shade Room, baby (shade), shade who?
Everybody blame you, you ballin' like you Babe Ruth, baby (huh)
Blame it on Baby, I let the beat build (wait a minute, who are you?)
Okay K.I.D, drop the beat and watch me take it home, baby (let's go)

I get chicken, no tender
Fine lil' bitches on Twitter
Denyin' all these hoes on Insta
Brand new drip
I wear it one time like a nigga can't fit it
Blame it on Baby, a greasy lil' nigga (grease)
iPhone ringin', who is it? (Brr)
Probably some lil' nigga bitch
He f*ck with my old hoe
And he think he hurtin' my feelings, I already hit (ha), psych
He must ain't heard about Baby
He must not know about Jon Jon
I heard they shut down the airport
Hopped on a jet to LA, bitch, I'm ballin' like Bron-Bron
BDB, we gon' cut up regardless
I know I'm on top, I'm a target
My young nigga ballin' like Giannis
You play, we gon' pull up and shoot
Top floor of the penthouse, biggest one still in Charlotte (let's go)

I know these hoes gon' creep
I'll never be a fool and think that she me
I'm the type to let a hoe do what she want
I'm the type of let a bitch do what she please (please)
I ain't breakin' bread, I'm cheap
Nine out of ten of these niggas naive
Lame-ass nigga, might as well be a rat
Lettin' all these hoes run away with your cheese, please (slow down, slow down, slow down)

I'm startin' to think that y'all the police, nigga
You know that shit just see on IG, you don't know me, nigga, let's go
You crossed the line, gon' have to show me nigga
They be like, "Why you switched the beat?" Because my flow neat, nigga
"I thought he couldn't switch the flow, how the hell he switchin' the beat up?"
They don't know who they f*ckin' with, do this shit with my feet up
Yawning on these niggas, sit back, go to sleep
I get woke by a lil' freak, with my dick in her mouth, she eat up
300K in cash, probably still'll pull out a Visa
Ain't goin' on a date, tell a bitch to order a pizza
Gon' end up eatin' Domino's, I can't even lie
I'm a player, I had all kind of hoes way before the designer clothes
I put on a sweatsuit and leave with ya hoe
A whole arena full of people to see me at the show, you know?
I rock the show and I lay low with my freak
It ain't too many rappers that can f*ck with me, and she know, let's go

I know these hoes gon' creep
I'll never be a fool and think that she me
I'm the type of let a hoe do what she want
I'm the type of let a bitch do what she please (please)
I ain't breakin' bread, I'm cheap
Nine out of ten of these niggas naive
Lame-ass nigga, might as well be a rat
Lettin' all these hoes run away with your cheese, please
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Writer: De'Juane Dunwood, Jacob Alan Greenspan, Jasper Lee Harris, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Juho Tuovinen, Vladislav Mokhin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave






NASTY

She know I'm nasty (yeah)
She like when I pull it out and I put it all over her ass cheeks (like, uh, ooh)
And she don't gotta ask me (come on)
Yeah, I want head before we f*ck and I want it nasty
She like when I tell her to spit on it (like, psh)
I get mouth and I sit on the couch and I make her sit on it (let's go)
Yeah, I was that lil' nigga that could take a bitch from his big homie
Especially if she flexible, I flex her
I take both her legs and I put 'em behind her head like she a pretzel
Then I pick her up and slam her down on her head like I'm a wrestler
Like mm, tryna kill the pussy, call the ambulance, get a stretcher
I be f*cking his bitch while he ain't at home
And she got them pics of me in her phone
Know that man a fool if he don't leave
'Cause bitch can't leave a nigga alone, she call me

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
We got London On Da Track
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
She ain't f*ckin' you better than I am
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh, oh, whoa
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (real hot girl shit)
Ooh, this shit will never feel the same, yeah (ah)

Quit talking that shit, when I drop that pin, come drop that dick (come drop that dick)
He deep in them covers, this pussy like butter, he put it in, damn near nutted (yeah)
He know he made it, he f*ckin' on Megan, it's driving his last hoe crazy
I like to talk shit when I f*ck, I need a rough nigga like DaBaby
When he hit the city, he gon' tap in, he gon' fly me out to put it back in
And I ain't trippin' when a nigga pull my hair 'cause he gon' pay for it to put back in
I put one leg on the headboard and leave the other leg on the mattress
Look down at him while he smackin', get them headshots like a actress (ha)

Yeah, my baby like to act up when we f*ckin' (uh-huh)
Aggressive freak, she tell me to smack her when we f*ckin'
I started to laugh, she said, "What's funny?"
She throwing that ass, she said, "Quit running"
I'm holding it back, 'cause don't wanna nut quick, but f*ck it
Really got nothing to hide, she know what I'm what's up with
Me, we started at 12:30 and f*cking 'til 3
It's hot, I'm sweating out bullets on her, I need something to drink
Feel out a workout, don't it? (Uh-huh)
I'm doing my push-ups in that pussy
We getting out work out on it (mm-mm)
I put a bath towel on the bed, just so she can squirt all on it
Like fsh, told you to stretch, now it hurt, now don't it? (Uh-huh)
She said, "F*ck if it hurts, I want it", I'm on it
She like when take a pill and take her under (let's go)
I f*cked that bitch so good, she prolly ain't even save your number (yeah)
Like, "Boom, boom, boom", lay the thunder
Mm, mm, say she wanna be my baby mama
Girl, you on the right track, yeah
I put it in her face, she say she like that, yeah (brr), she call me

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
I make him spend it all, this boy done fell in love
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, he fiendin', he can't get enough, no, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, he comin' when I say his name, yeah

Sometimes I just want you to slide right in (slide right in)
Pick me up and put these thighs around yo' neck (thighs around yo' neck)
He mesmerized, tattoed his mind, he won't forget
DaBaby tryna have a threesome with 'Shanti and Megan, ayy

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Oh, he love it when I say his name, let me say, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, oh-oh-oh-oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Oh, he love it when I say his name, yeah, yeah

Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Ooh, he love it when I say his name, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Andre Parker, Ashanti Douglas, Brad Jordan, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Marcus Vest, Mike G. Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






AMAZING GRACE

A nigga barely read the scripture, but I'm spiritual (let's go)
Seven figure nigga, thank you, God, it's a miracle (okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (what the f*ck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you

Give a f*ck about your feelings, pussy nigga, shit, I got feelings too (let's go)
Nigga, we was broke (how broke you was?) Shit, we had to steal our food
We cut like that, steal from us, shit, we rob niggas too
First time I ever robbed a plug, nigga, I was still in school (like seventeen)
I'll take your gun, trade yo' shit, come back with' a different tool (yeah)
I'on want that hoe, ain't coming back, bitch, I got a different boo (huh?)
Say I sound the same 'til my new shit dropped and they heard me switch the groove
I'on play both sides, you ain't one of mines, I don't like to pick and choose

A nigga barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (let's go)
Seven figure nigga, thank you, God, it's a miracle (okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (what the f*ck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you (ayy, pop yo' shit)

And no, I ain't feelin' these niggas, I'm numb
Before I blew up, did my shows with a gun
Still can go city to city alone with my jewelry on
This ain't what you want
Treat this bitch like a cold when it's cold outside (okay)
I got it on, it ain't in the trunk
Soon as I feel it's a threat, I'ma dump (bop, bop, bop)
You can play for the internet, you know what's up
Rock out a show and I leave with a slut (let's go)
So many bitches want a lil' nigga
Can't fit 'em inside of the truck
I ain't no beginner and this shit ain't luck
I don't like the library, but, nigga, I'm booked, yeah
Damn, he done got full of his self
Stick out his hand and it ain't gon' get shook
A bitch say my name and I don't even look

A nigga barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (let's go)
Seven figure nigga, thank you, God, it's a miracle (okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (what the f*ck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you
Bitch
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Writer: Charles Roberson, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Paul Dawson, Peter Farmer
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Back to: DaBaby


Blame It on Baby (stylized in all caps) is the third studio album by American rapper DaBaby. The album was released on April 17, 2020, by Interscope Records and South Coast Music Group. The album features guest appearances from Quavo from the hip-hop trio Migos, Future, JetsonMade, Roddy Ricch, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, London on da Track, Ashanti, and Megan Thee Stallion. The deluxe edition was released with ten bonus tracks on August 4, 2020. It features additional guest appearances from Young Thug, Stunna 4 Vegas, Gunna, and Rich Dunk.

The album is supported by the singles "Find My Way", released on April 1, 2020, and "Rockstar", featuring Roddy Ricch, released on April 24, 2020. The latter reached number one on the US Billboard Hot 100, with its Black Lives Matter (BLM) remix being included on the deluxe edition. The album received generally positive reviews from music critics.
Performed By: DaBaby
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Length: 33:40
Released: April 17th, 2020
Year: 2020

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