Ayo Mimi
Yoo
Ay Ay lets work on some shit
Yea man we gotta get Babyboy on this shit
Oh yea yea yea yea yea
Ayo Babyboy
Yea
Yea
Lets get it
I cook it up like Gordon
Diamonds jumpin like Jordan
In the club im pouring while valet bring up the foreign
In this bitch no warrant
Eat it up no warning
I'm the real you forging
I'm that baby, no abortion
I cut up like a surgeon
I'm tighter than a virgin
Alarming , bitch I'm urgent
I'm clean like dish detergent
I know I'm it im certain
I'm in my bag , A Birkin
Jump on it just to murk it
I be out here catching murders
And Joe know I could spit
Mimi know I'm the shit
My nigga like it better when I'm spitting on the dick
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Babyboy I'll take it from here
Shit, Aight
I go by Joe Flow
If you want static, then bitch ima shock ya
A lot of y'all so called rappers need Oscar
I keep it brief, I'm not a boxer
You f*ck with me you gon be sleep with lobsters
Stay kickin rhymes, like it was soccer
All of y'all smurfs, I am Big Poppa
You the type to chop it with coppers
My niggas will chop you up with the choppa
Just popped a pill, feel like Mike Posner
Bitch I put in hours like a doctor
Lil mama dance on the dick like it's salsa
Leave her ass drippin like she in a sauna
Babyboy, Joe Flow, & Mimi the Problem
Three Puerto Ricans , we really a problem
I will not budge that's word to your honor
You cannot judge cuz your word has no honor
Yea , yea, bitch ass nigga
I ain't even much gon say nothin no more
Ayo Mimi come here real fast, handle my lightweight for me, yea
I got you woe
Tell them hoes I ain't finished yet
I might've let up my foot but I ain't take it off they necks
You tryna push buttons, bitch I could never be pressed
You could hate my guts, bet you won't get it off yo chest
Been a threat
My face gate like a prison
They two face like a prism
They provoke you, then play victim
Won't say this again, so listen
I can't slip like permission
Yo sauce dry like a biscuit
I could smoke you like a brisket
But see i'm too bout my business
Feed em crumbs like they pigeons
Doing numbers on them digits
Snake print on me got me feeling viscous, so delicious
If I had a dick it'd be the one ya momma sucked
I know my mouth reckless and I don't give a f*ck
OH DASSIT?
Dassit Video (MV)
Performed By: Babyboy
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Angel Mendez, Joseph Marrero, Mariah Toscano
Babyboy - Dassit Lyrics
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Ayo Mimi
Yoo
Ay Ay lets work on some shit
Yea man we gotta get Babyboy on this shit
Oh yea yea yea yea yea
Ayo Babyboy
Yea
Yea
Lets get it
I cook it up like Gordon
Diamonds jumpin like Jordan
In the club im pouring while valet bring up the foreign
In this bitch no warrant
Eat it up no warning
I'm the real you forging
I'm that baby, no abortion
I cut up like a surgeon
I'm tighter than a virgin
Alarming , bitch I'm urgent
I'm clean like dish detergent
I know I'm it im certain
I'm in my bag , A Birkin
Jump on it just to murk it
I be out here catching murders
And Joe know I could spit
Mimi know I'm the shit
My nigga like it better when I'm spitting on the dick
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Babyboy I'll take it from here
Shit, Aight
I go by Joe Flow
If you want static, then bitch ima shock ya
A lot of y'all so called rappers need Oscar
I keep it brief, I'm not a boxer
You f*ck with me you gon be sleep with lobsters
Stay kickin rhymes, like it was soccer
All of y'all smurfs, I am Big Poppa
You the type to chop it with coppers
My niggas will chop you up with the choppa
Just popped a pill, feel like Mike Posner
Bitch I put in hours like a doctor
Lil mama dance on the dick like it's salsa
Leave her ass drippin like she in a sauna
Babyboy, Joe Flow, & Mimi the Problem
Three Puerto Ricans , we really a problem
I will not budge that's word to your honor
You cannot judge cuz your word has no honor
Yea , yea, bitch ass nigga
I ain't even much gon say nothin no more
Ayo Mimi come here real fast, handle my lightweight for me, yea
I got you woe
Tell them hoes I ain't finished yet
I might've let up my foot but I ain't take it off they necks
You tryna push buttons, bitch I could never be pressed
You could hate my guts, bet you won't get it off yo chest
Been a threat
My face gate like a prison
They two face like a prism
They provoke you, then play victim
Won't say this again, so listen
I can't slip like permission
Yo sauce dry like a biscuit
I could smoke you like a brisket
But see i'm too bout my business
Feed em crumbs like they pigeons
Doing numbers on them digits
Snake print on me got me feeling viscous, so delicious
If I had a dick it'd be the one ya momma sucked
I know my mouth reckless and I don't give a f*ck
OH DASSIT?
Yoo
Ay Ay lets work on some shit
Yea man we gotta get Babyboy on this shit
Oh yea yea yea yea yea
Ayo Babyboy
Yea
Yea
Lets get it
I cook it up like Gordon
Diamonds jumpin like Jordan
In the club im pouring while valet bring up the foreign
In this bitch no warrant
Eat it up no warning
I'm the real you forging
I'm that baby, no abortion
I cut up like a surgeon
I'm tighter than a virgin
Alarming , bitch I'm urgent
I'm clean like dish detergent
I know I'm it im certain
I'm in my bag , A Birkin
Jump on it just to murk it
I be out here catching murders
And Joe know I could spit
Mimi know I'm the shit
My nigga like it better when I'm spitting on the dick
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Babyboy I'll take it from here
Shit, Aight
I go by Joe Flow
If you want static, then bitch ima shock ya
A lot of y'all so called rappers need Oscar
I keep it brief, I'm not a boxer
You f*ck with me you gon be sleep with lobsters
Stay kickin rhymes, like it was soccer
All of y'all smurfs, I am Big Poppa
You the type to chop it with coppers
My niggas will chop you up with the choppa
Just popped a pill, feel like Mike Posner
Bitch I put in hours like a doctor
Lil mama dance on the dick like it's salsa
Leave her ass drippin like she in a sauna
Babyboy, Joe Flow, & Mimi the Problem
Three Puerto Ricans , we really a problem
I will not budge that's word to your honor
You cannot judge cuz your word has no honor
Yea , yea, bitch ass nigga
I ain't even much gon say nothin no more
Ayo Mimi come here real fast, handle my lightweight for me, yea
I got you woe
Tell them hoes I ain't finished yet
I might've let up my foot but I ain't take it off they necks
You tryna push buttons, bitch I could never be pressed
You could hate my guts, bet you won't get it off yo chest
Been a threat
My face gate like a prison
They two face like a prism
They provoke you, then play victim
Won't say this again, so listen
I can't slip like permission
Yo sauce dry like a biscuit
I could smoke you like a brisket
But see i'm too bout my business
Feed em crumbs like they pigeons
Doing numbers on them digits
Snake print on me got me feeling viscous, so delicious
If I had a dick it'd be the one ya momma sucked
I know my mouth reckless and I don't give a f*ck
OH DASSIT?
Writer: Angel Mendez, Joseph Marrero, Mariah Toscano
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid