"Baby Bone" lyrics

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B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E, you better watch your back (Yuh)
S-I-X I rep, I put the whole gang on the map (Okay, okay)
Time, I got plenty, problems, I got one too many
Bentley swerving through my city, keep a couple of killers with me, yeah
Bitch, my back hurts, so bend it backwards
No commitment, don't need passwords
My first bitch, she got way too plastered
My last bitch said she love me, then left me lonely like a bastard
Reaching for the Glock 9, they preaching like a pastor
I just want my bread, boy, you can take the last word
I just want some head, keep that pussy in your pants, girl
Okay, okay, you see that Bible on my dashboard
20 in my pants, a .45 tucked in my Jansport (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen
Folded dead presidents, my pockets swollen
Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen
B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E, he Dade County soldier (Okay, okay)
Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen (Yuh, yuh)
Folded dead presidents, my pockets swollen (Okay, okay)
Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen (Yuh, yuh)
B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E, he Dade County soldier (Okay, okay)

Legend in my city, need a statue in my backyard
Catch me at the Biltmore, playing tennis with my bodyguard (Okay, okay)
Bitch, I'm on that fly shit, come take a ride with (Yuh, yuh)
Know you been missing, I got millions in my pocket (Yuh)
I feel like T.I. in that VIP, I be outside (Yuh)
Bitch, I used to whip around a Fiat, work a kiosk (Yuh)
Running laps round these peons, feel like Deon, you know what I be on
Choppers singing, Celine Dion, 'bout to get my Key and Peele on (Okay)
At the bank, laughing, climbing up the ranks (Yeah)
They say money don't make you happy, so I blew it all away (Yeah)
Pop a pill 'til I feel gray, my brain goes numb and I'm okay
'Til the pressure and the weight, then I wait and wait and wait
Okay, okay, I'm on the layaway, I need a break
I need a bimbo with some fake titties in my face (Yeah)
I need a steak, I need a Rolls
I need to dig a couple holes
For these rappers on my dick, kissing my toes
Yuh (Okay, okay)

Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen
Folded dead presidents, my pockets swollen
Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen
B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E, he Dade County soldier (Okay, okay)
Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen (Yuh, yuh)
Folded dead presidents, my pockets swollen (Okay, okay)
Rollin', rollin', bet they think it's stolen (Yuh, yuh)
B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E, he Dade County soldier (Okay, okay)

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