Baby Shark

Ralan Styles

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    Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
    Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
    Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
    Baby

    Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo
    I don’t got no opps no more, but this ain’t new to you
    Said I’m just a broski, but I know she’s fooling you
    She gon' do some things to me, that she won’t do to you
    They changing colors on the side just like a Rubik's cube
    I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' rude to you
    I don’t need to flex, I don’t got shit to prove to you
    Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do
    What that toolie do
    What that toolie do

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    Bitch get out the way I’m with the gang, you know we coming through (yeah)
    Get yo hoe in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she’s done with you (ayy)
    I heard that you snitch, therе ain’t no trustin' you
    How you talking 'bout 'em, but be hanging with 'em, I can’t fuck with you
    All of Tallahassee, been insidе her ain’t no loving you
    Until you get that check, there ain’t no love for you
    There will be never be another me
    There will be never be another me
    There will be never be another me
    One and only there will never be another me
    You can’t even get mad at yo main, because she fuck with me
    Hit it from the back, I pull her hair, no she can’t run from me
    Once I catch my nut, I gotta dip bae you ain’t stuck with me
    Why the fuck he talking on the net like it ain’t up with me
    Floating like a butterfly, choppa on me stinging like a bumble bee
    Same niggas that be talking 'bout me are the same niggas that be under me
    They slept on me
    Now they be claiming they fuck with me
    I feel like the goat, I feel like the shit, I swear to God you cannot humble me

    Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo
    I don’t got no opps no more, but this ain’t new to you
    Said I’m just a broski, but I know she’s fooling you
    She gon' do some things to me, that she won’t do to you
    They changing colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube
    I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' rude to you
    I don’t need to flex, I don’t got shit to prove to you
    Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do
    What that toolie do
    What that toolie do

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