Top Songs By Baby Wrekless
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Green
Songwriter
Joshua Walker
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Everyday I wake up in the morning I feel like Superman
Feeling like I'm Squidward half the time the way I work these bands
Got a funny feelin when I'm around she got a thousand ants
The way that bitch be stickin to me I feel like spider-man
Aye
I keep them switches too
Took his ice I took his bread
I took his bitches too
I'm so slimey I'm so shiesty who that nigga Pooh
They think I'm an architect how I'm a build some how I keep these tools
I make love to my pistol so much I make her squirt for me
A small mouth a fat ass my Draco make it twerk for me
I don't got a do shit my younging do my dirt for me
I use to weigh 280 after my baby that was too chunky
Damn
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Oo I was 280
Every I step up on the ground it I swear it start to shaking
I'm so hot and I'm so fresh they asking what we baking
Slide on so many opps on the daily thought we was ice skatin
Yeah, Yeah like we was ice skating
I done spent some time up in the hood but I ain't got patience
Did you come here to fuck or what bitch don't you keep me waiting
I'm a pimp and I stay with hoes just like a fire station
I might be in a Kia don't you get shot trying to play with me
Got two bitches both want to fuck and they both stay with me
I want my bitch to be an asset and build this cake with me
I'm Superman ain't got no cape but I keep this Drac' with me
Yeah I keep this Drac' with me
This Drac' on me
Know a nigga keep this Drac' on me
Know a keep a K on me
It get to spitting like a spelling bee
When I step up in this bitch you know that it's a stick up
Ain't no money in the world that'll make me give my man's up
I get in my feelings and go crazy with this blamma
60 round clip look like bananas
Choppa go click clack, spit spat
Blow his fucking shit back
I told that pussy nigga about that chit chat
I might slime him out and grime him out and catch a face tat
My little country bitch that's my little lab rat
She gone eat the dick up she like Pacman
Intercept the play I feel like Tyrann
Can't play about my brothers them my comrades
We be in the field slanging metal like it's Baghdad
Walk around with 40 in my pocket look like thigh pads
Nah this shit like thigh pads
Nah for real this shit like air bags
Aye told that pussy nigga you get your life snatched
Aye come around the gang you'll get your ice snatched
Nah forreal
Writer(s): Victor Green
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