prod. 4eignNoti - Baby Ya Ya (feat. Yung Dough, BreezyG & G.R.I.M.M) Lyrics

Yo, ay, yo, yo, ay, yo, it's me, ay, uh, baby, uh, uh, baby, uh, uh, yo, ay
Lookin' at the view, I can only think of you How it's so f*ckin' beautiful, how we used to go and cruise
Take a trip up to the beach, put your toes in the sand
Lovin' all up on me, put my hand on your ass, what
Uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, yo
Uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby
Sippin' out the style from a truck and down the potion
Had too much for one day, I can't show no emotion
Bubblin' all up inside, I don't know how to show it
If I see a opportunity, I will not blow it
I don't show it while I'm glowin' like a glow stick
And you know it, got connects, I know shit
You only holla at me when they saw my Guavarone
Got all of the stains in the face, f*ck the phonies
When they saw me makin' moves, they called me their brodie
They used to talk all of this shit, but now they wanna love me
When they see me at the top, they suck my dick for wock
They can suck my dick a lot, but they won't get what they want, no
Uh, ayy, yo
Uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, yeah
Uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby
Yeah, they always used to act like they don't know me
Now they steady out here callin' me their homie
I can't f*ck with fakes, these fakes are stayin' phony
I guess that we gotta do it on our only
You do not know me, no, you do not know me
You just kept talkin' your shit and now you lookin' like you lonely
You cannot slow me, no, you cannot slow me
These flows found my bros down, you know just how we rollin
How we rollin, you know how we rollin
Ain't for the top and I won't ever stop, my baby knows I'm goin
Door is open, need the golden token
Don't got the guap, G.R.I.M.M never stop, breezy, keeps up with the motion
Uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, yeah
Uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby
Diamonds on my neck, better check, nigga, come correct
Bad bitch on my dick, maybe slick, suckin' on the tip
I just got a brick, make it flip, make the needle drip
Say she want my kids, bitch, admit it, girl, I'm goin' in
Nigga, f*ck your mix, stay equipped, bluntin' hollow tips
Cocaine on her lips, make em' strip, she take all of it
Keep em' all convinced, I'm the prince, I want all of it
Triple six the kid, lick the clip, he take all of it
I'ma just run to the bands
Uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, baby, uh, yeah