Dew Baby

Dew Baby - Attic Feat. Lightshow lyrics

rate me

Come the money, come the bitches, come my nigga automatic

you muggin all on me in the club use the fag it

when you come to girls poor house bob sag it

I'm something like a sergeant they can pay me to an attic

I'm like, out out I'm coming out

DO baby what it do nigga

DJ GRant, what up homie

shout all my new feast niggas all my uptowns niggas

Hook:

I know the strip stay blind, throw a nigga I'ma blessing

all this jugging, all this weapons got them nigga mama stresing

the money keep on coming I will never learn my lesson

'cause I'm..and the bitches the vernessin

I can't help it I'm an attic, can't help it I'm an attic

throw your money come your bitches then them weapons is automatic

I can't help it I'm an attic, can't help it I'm an attic

throw your money come bitches then them weapons is automatic

Come the money, come the bitches, come my nigga automatic

you muggin all on me in the club use the fag it

when you come to girls poor house bob sag it

I'm something like a sergeant they can pay you to an attic

I like big shoes, nigga use the fool, time outside

but my jury keep me cool,

right can't help it down my attic them guns in them jugs

when they ask me what it is tell them they say what it was

my mama steady stressin for stresisn is the blessin

if somebody put the tattoes bitches love me 'cause I'm flat them

the money keep on coming I might never learn my lesson

and my thumbs let throw the money so don't front I corress

See rockin the moly I'm bob Moly,

I'm high up in ther air but I know what air hot

see rock, see rock the moly I'm bob Moly,

I'm high up in ther air but I know what air hot

[Hook:]

I bet my bitch is tryin to going all the money straight back

I got a bitch you rapin of beast but she on the side

she addicted to them tip niggas I'm hooked on the mouth

them weapon automatic, my my baby is so dramatic

big shot bad any motherfucker boy..

I'ma add it to the pack and she like it from the back

I'm satndin right behind her weapon up you're getting smacked

..getting money I'm counting why didn't head

I throw it out, pull in the move that shit is dead

south south side niggas with tools with info breath

I shut your mouth and think you while it the patience I'm gonna be stressed

everything real loud but really I thought this new

in the trap with the strap with them bitches I do

probably coolin up the..and plenty with many Lu

fuck them cuts I take quarters them niggas and plenty too

[Hook:]

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