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Big Baby Scumbag
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Big Baby Scumbag
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(Damn, that's Surreal right there?)
Money in my face, hoes in my face
Pockets full of money, I ain't runnin' out of space
Mama said, "Baby, you done came a long way"
Still eatin' ramen noodles, bitch, I like the taste
Dale Earnhardt, nigga, do you wanna race?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, bitch, I look great
Daytona 500, high-speed chase
Put you in yo' place, bitch, get out the way
Ridin' in a fast car, yeah, bitch, I might be
Ridin' in a NASCAR, yeah, bitch, I might be
Sippin' on Bud Light like that shit was iced tea
Main bitch wet, you would think she was a Pisces
Dale Earnhardt, push a go kart
Dirty ass Vans like we at a trailer park
Shinin' in the dark, I look like a star
Bitch, I feel like Gucci Mane, iced-out Bart
Drip with the swag, got sauce on my white tee
Dolce & Gabbanas on my feet, these ain't no Nikes
I'm an astronaut like BBC, ICECREAM
Big Baby Earnhardt, I'm so icy, bitch
Money in my face, hoes in my face
Pockets full of money, I ain't runnin' out of space
Mama said, "Baby, you done came a long way"
Still eatin' ramen noodles, bitch, I like the taste
Dale Earnhardt, nigga, do you wanna race?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, bitch, I look great
Daytona 500, high-speed chase
Put you in yo' place, bitch, get out the way
I got swagger, I got bags of
Bought bottles at the bar, ran the tab up
I'ma stack up, 'til I'm racked up
Jeff Gordon, on my body, I go faster
Mr. Lahey, wanna race me
Got a bitch named Lexus and Mercedes
Yeah, they chase me, think they wanna date me
Number one, bitch, no, you can't replace me
I'm a master of disaster
I'ma bless a bitch just like a pastor
Flexin' like Stone Cold, but my name ain't Steve
Nigga, I'm the G-O-A-motherfuckin'-T
Money in my face, hoes in my face
Pockets full of money, I ain't runnin' out of space
Mama said, "Baby, you done came a long way"
Still eatin' ramen noodles, bitch, I like the taste
Dale Earnhardt, nigga, do you wanna race?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, bitch, I look great
Daytona 500, high-speed chase
Put you in yo' place, bitch, get out the way
(Damn, that's Surreal right there?)
Writer(s): Tyrell Labaron Williams
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