Lil Yachty – Baby Daddy Lyrics

(yuh, ooh!)
My bitches come when I go, blow the whistle (brr!)
Your girl gave me top, and then you gon’ kiss her (damn!)
Yeah, I walked in and I’m drippin’, it’s Fiji (ooh!)
Too much ice on me, the doctor come see me (damn!)
Niggas hate on me, they wish they could see me (oh shit!)
All my cars foreign and ain’t got no ceiling
Blow two hundred bands at night (yeah)
Show you how I flip the light (ooh!)
Fuck five hoes, I ain’t got no wife (damn!)
Bust down, on the floor that’s dynamite (yeah)
Flexer, on my neck, I don’t need a light
Bands here, too lit, I ain’t thinkin’ twice
Smoke twenty blunts, yeah, I’m feelin’ like a fuckin’ kite (brr!)
Put my dick in her, oh shit, y’all pussy tight! (ooh!)
[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Your baby daddy a sucker, aye
Your baby daddy a busta, aye
Your baby daddy so broke
He hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m dirty deep with the gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat
Poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang
Nut on her face, fuck up her veins
Choke slam a nigga, like I was Kane
Choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim
Shoot out the roof, no aim
I want the guap, you can have fame
I made them blue hunnids sing [Intro & Producertag]
Uh
30, you a fool for this one
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Tell your baby daddy I’m richer
Bitch, I don’t wanna sip liquor
Stop tryna puncture my niggas
Just left the club, that shit was weak
Grab me a hoe off the street (huh)
Wait ’till I leave, I’m finna fuck
Beat it ’till I fall asleep (whooo!)
[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Your baby daddy a sucka, ayy
Your baby daddy a busta, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke
He hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m dirty deep with the whole gang
Pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat
Poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang
Nut on her face, fuck up her veins
Chokeslam a nigga, like I was Kane
Choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim
Shoot out the roof, no aim
I want the guap, you can have fame
I made them blue hunnids sing
[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two choppas with me, I don’t use no pistols (brr, ooh!)
Bih, fat backwood, it look like a missile!

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