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Baby Girl (feat. 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 clap?I 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' haze all in itAnd yall know I'ma 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 niggaz fugaze, my niggaz authenticThe game like bitches that need make-up

These niggaz 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 muthafuckaIt's been a while muhfucker

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 sillyBaby 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 checksY'all ain't thought he posed ta flow

Thought he posed ta go

Thought he posed ta blow

It's Dip-set baby, Dip-Set

Nigga it's Jim JonesNow everybody know me

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

We pop bottles and we all smoke weed

And we'll burn this bitch down, better call policeAnd 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 skeetI'm tryna bag this bimbo

Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo's

Stuntin' hard in my B-Boy pose

You ain't got nuttin' on me dogz ain't V I ain't droveFuck 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 carBaby 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 checksY'all ain't thought he posed ta flow

Thought he posed ta blow

It's Dip-set baby, Dip-Set

Nigga it's Jim JonesI 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 aiteAnd my advice to the buyers

Although the city's hot, I rock ice thru 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 hardest15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects

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

Jewish lawyers niggaz so I gots to be the charges

So how's that for starters.40cal niggaz, blow back ya starter

New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter

Foul hunreds double up a.k.a. this is harlemBaby 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 checksY'all ain't thought he posed ta flow

Thought he posed ta blow

It's Dip-set baby, Dip-Set

Nigga it's Jim Jones

Songwriters

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

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