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Baby Boy Video (MV)




Performed By: Hinton
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Hinton Covington




Hinton - Baby Boy Lyrics
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Yeah
I said still my momma baby boy
Prolly momma favorite boy
Watch me ally hoop a check like f*ck it let's go make some more
Member sleeping on the floor
Leveled up
Got the coach
Member being here and there
Reference from house to house
Now you see me state to state
Ability to fill a plate
Back when I was eating grapes
Taco Bell
Dollar eight
Chris Angel in studios plotting his great escape
These bitches ain't see it comin'
Solitary masturbate
Knew that I would land mine
Waited on my detonate
They watch how I do it
Picture perfect
Love to illustrate
Imagine me on coach at dame spot and I'm smelling feet
Living out in Austin
My job was knocking doors every week
Rejected by the richest
While walkin' I'm out freestyling beats
Writing in my pad
Hit Curtis like bro we gotta link
Think I got another one
Still buzzin from other one
No time to learn lyrics
Shit, I'm bout to drop another one
Let me stop playing with em'
Aye, look
Still the littest even tho I haven't dropped
It's been a minute
Took some time to get my shit together
I was riding fences
Duckin' cops until the duck was goose and paid a cell a visit
Bonded out
Shoutout to Lamar who paid that hefty ticket
Mind on mission
Started making moves until it took me distance
Egotistic
Cut off every snake in circle that was hidden
F*ck them niggas
At my lowest ain't nobody help me get it
Still my momma baby boy
Prolly momma favorite boy
Watch me ally hoop a check like f*ck it let's go make some more
Member sleeping on the floor
Leveled up
Got the coach
Member being here and there
Reference from house to house
Now you see me state to state
Ability to fill a plate
Back when I was eating grapes
Taco Bell
Dollar eight
Chris Angel in studios plotting his great escape
These bitches ain't see it comin'
Solitary masturbate
I said still my momma baby boy
Prolly momma favorite boy
Watch me ally hoop a check like f*ck it let's go make some more
Member sleeping on the floor
Leveled up
Got the coach
Member being here and there
Reference from house to house
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Yeah
I said still my momma baby boy
Prolly momma favorite boy
Watch me ally hoop a check like f*ck it let's go make some more
Member sleeping on the floor
Leveled up
Got the coach
Member being here and there
Reference from house to house
Now you see me state to state
Ability to fill a plate
Back when I was eating grapes
Taco Bell
Dollar eight
Chris Angel in studios plotting his great escape
These bitches ain't see it comin'
Solitary masturbate
Knew that I would land mine
Waited on my detonate
They watch how I do it
Picture perfect
Love to illustrate
Imagine me on coach at dame spot and I'm smelling feet
Living out in Austin
My job was knocking doors every week
Rejected by the richest
While walkin' I'm out freestyling beats
Writing in my pad
Hit Curtis like bro we gotta link
Think I got another one
Still buzzin from other one
No time to learn lyrics
Shit, I'm bout to drop another one
Let me stop playing with em'
Aye, look
Still the littest even tho I haven't dropped
It's been a minute
Took some time to get my shit together
I was riding fences
Duckin' cops until the duck was goose and paid a cell a visit
Bonded out
Shoutout to Lamar who paid that hefty ticket
Mind on mission
Started making moves until it took me distance
Egotistic
Cut off every snake in circle that was hidden
F*ck them niggas
At my lowest ain't nobody help me get it
Still my momma baby boy
Prolly momma favorite boy
Watch me ally hoop a check like f*ck it let's go make some more
Member sleeping on the floor
Leveled up
Got the coach
Member being here and there
Reference from house to house
Now you see me state to state
Ability to fill a plate
Back when I was eating grapes
Taco Bell
Dollar eight
Chris Angel in studios plotting his great escape
These bitches ain't see it comin'
Solitary masturbate
I said still my momma baby boy
Prolly momma favorite boy
Watch me ally hoop a check like f*ck it let's go make some more
Member sleeping on the floor
Leveled up
Got the coach
Member being here and there
Reference from house to house
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Writer: Hinton Covington
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