Baguettes

Lyrics
[Intro] (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo) Man, fuck these pussy ass niggas talkin' 'bout? (What? What?) All these niggas stole my whole image (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, hee-hee, say what?) (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo) They know 'bout that, all these boring ass— (What? What? Say what? Say what?) (What? What? Say what?) Fuck you talkin' 'bout, boy? (Ha, ha, watch out) [Chorus] Baguettes, I got baguettes on my wrist right now (What? What? What?) Baguettes, I got baguettes on my wrist right now (What? What? What? Woo-hoo, go) Baguettes (Woo, woo), I got baguettes on my wrist right now (Ayy) Baguettes (I told ya), I got baguettes on my wrist right now, homicide (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, I told ya) [Verse] Sittin' back, I'm just bein' myself (I told ya, I told ya) I cut my label off, I need them bands, I don't care (Nigga, what?) APG, they givin' me green (Ah), yeah, it look like a elf (Shawty, my carats) She tryna suck on my lil' dick, I think she somethin' else (Homicide, eugh, eugh) I been down, I been down (Woo), I been down, I been down (Ha) Shoot that lil' boy just like my kids, shoot the boy, tell his ass, "Get down" (Boop, boop-boop-boop) Told my label, "Come get my money right now," recoup, I been down (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) Might end up just like Lil Ru with these pills, hope I don't relapse (Ha, ha, ha, bitch) I got the bitches bein' fresh (Woo) I got a bitch that speak French (Woo-hoo) I got a bitch to speak French (What?) Ridin' around with no tint (Hoo), so my opps can't see what I'm in (Woo-hoo, let's go) Look at my motherfuckin' Chrome glasses (What?), I spent 'bout a bean (Say what?) Fred Perry on me (Yeah), on my punk shit (On my punk shit, woo) Might end up like I'm Rio, fuck around, go and corrupt shit (Ha) Did this by my lonely (Yeah), I went up, bitch (What?) You might end up like your mommy (Hoo), make you die, bitch (Fuck your mommy) Takin' your head off a jet (Okay), take off your head off a plane Put the lil' pussy to rest (Pussy to rest), I cut that bitch off 'cause she lame (Ha) She tryna suck on my E (Yeah, what?), eating my dick up, I need a cane (Ha) I'm in Paris right now, nigga not solid 'cause he's so lame (Let's go) [Chorus] Baguettes, I got baguettes on my wrist right now (What? What? What?) Baguettes, I got baguettes on my wrist right now (What? What? What? Woo-hoo, go) Baguettes (Woo, woo), I got baguettes on my wrist right now (Ayy) Baguettes (I told ya), I got baguettes on my wrist right now, homicide (Woo-hoo) [Outro] Tcha, ya washed up
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Credits
- Writers
- Nine Vicious
- bella (Producer)