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Baby Girl (Featuring Max B.)

Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!

Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang

Clap, Byrd Gang

Can I get a G clapI be like hold up, wait a minute

I'm in the coupe, laid up in it

Sunk in the seat, suede all in it

Drop top roof blowin' hase all in it

And y'all know I'm a straight up menace

Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it

New York City y'all ain't safe up in it

Y'all niggas fugaze, my niggas authentic

The game like bitches that need make-up

These niggas beefin' and kissin' and then they make-up

Shit, I still prowl through the gutta

All you hear em say is that's a wild motherfucka'

Its been a while muh'fucker

Had to fall back, face trial cause of Rucker

One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me

Still ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly[Chorus]

Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?

Well then you gotta get ya lips wet

Baby girl we gettin' them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin '

Them big checks

Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow

Thought he posed ta go

Thought he posed ta blow

Its Dip-set baby, Dip Set!

Nigga its Jim JonesNow everybody know me

Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G's

We pop bottles and we all smoke weed

And we'll burn this bitch down, better call po-lice

And y'all know y'all don't want that beef

I'm tryna G-Mack look at all these freaks

Besides, the dance floor look sweet

So like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeet

I'm tryna bag this bimbo

Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo's

Stuntin' hard in my be-Boy pose

You ain't got nothin' on me dogs ain't V I ain't drove

Fuck about the law top-speed on the road

.44 squeeze, breathe, reload

And if I gotta take it that far

That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car[Chorus]I live a hard rock life

Mix a whole pot til that hard rock white

Six 4-5, hard top white

Big 4-5 for you hard rocks aight

And my advice to the buyers

Although the City's hot I rock ice through the fire

Listenin' to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends

Wipin' off the tires

So I got to be the hardest

15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects

500 on the tennis, I'm like Gotti in the projects

Jewish lawyers niggas so I gots to be the charges

So how's that for starters

.40cal niggas, blow back ya starter

New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter

Foul hundreds double up A-K-A this is Harlem[Chorus]

Songwriters

Schack, Carsten / Karlin, Kenneth / Jones, Kipper / Martin, Andrea Monica / Luafutu, JeshuaPublished by

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