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DaBaby

"Walk In"

[Intro]
Baby Jesus
(It's the baby)
Baby Jesus
Feeling like a god when I walk in the building
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who feel me (Feel me)
I really don't care who ahead of me
Y'all just trying to be local celebrities
Switching lanes with the thing, keep it next to me
sh*t I rob, I'ma serve 'em
My foot on the gas and I'm swervin'
I be pulling out fast like a virgin
Oh
Baby Jesus
Baby Jesus
Man, these b*tch n*ggas was dabbing in the club the other night
Yeah, yeah
b*tch ass n*ggas spilled their drink all over my arm, man
Look

[Chorus]
Feeling like a god when I walk in the building
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who feel me (Feel me)
I really don't care who ahead of me
Y'all just trying to be local celebrities
Switching lanes with the thing, keep it next to me
sh*t I rob, I'ma serve 'em
My foot on the gas and I'm swervin'
I be pulling out fast like a virgin

[Verse]
Y'all n*ggas boring, I can't relate
Cast out on the forum with paper plates
Walked out with the title like Golden State
It feel like I just won the finals
And I put that sh*t on the bible
Please excuse my language, but I cannot tame it
I knew how to cuss back when I was a baby
My mama was workin', my uncles done raise me
I know that it's crazy
Yeah, that's my freak b*tch, you call her your baby
I'm in the sheets laying down with your baby
She rub on my chest and tell me I'm her favorite, ayy
To all of the n*ggas who play with me
Don't ever think I'ma forget about it
I keep a pistol on stage with me
You clutchin', we gon' hit up anybody
You sayin' that one of these rappers try me
I'ma send a shoot and let it catch a body
Hit the funeral like nothing happened
Just to double-back to come and f*ck yo' thotty
The [?] keep telling me, "Lil' bro, chill, you was made for this sh*t, bro, you wait for mail"
My cousin denied on his first appeal
Lot of n*ggas snitchin', acting like they real
Just kicked a ho out my spot
I made that b*tch walk it out
What did I tell you about running yo' mouth?
I had to go put that b*tch in time-out
I do not think I was meant for a spouse
I don't have the time, blame it on my ambition
These n*ggas [?], they want all yo' attention
Soon as you go broke, then that ho gon' go missing
All of the b*tches who counted me out
I take my di*k, put it all in they mouth
f*ck all the rumors, I don't even listen
Off the computer, y'all n*ggas is b*tches
How you a shooter? You don't got a pistol
Whole lotta goons, but they only on Twitter
You're one to try if you want some attention
I point out a victim, my n*gga gon' get him
But I'd rather get money, be positive
No, you ain't getting money, it's obvious
Any beat, I'ma eat, I'ma body it
Entertainment for guys and the goddesses

[Outro]
n*gga
Baby G, G, G
You already know it
You already know it

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