Dababy - Beat Box 3 lyrics

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Dababy - Beat Box 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBaby] Best motherfu*kin' rapper, ni**a This Baby, ni**a, let's go Ready to get it started, ni**a (Go) Whenever you want it I was the man with the plan since a shorty Pull up to the Grammy Awards with my .40 (Go) She told me she like how I'm dressin' and I ain't eatin' no salad (Uh-huh) Stevie Wonder can see that I'm havin' I told her, "Be patient," she waited I gave her the dick, she walked out doin' the "'Beat Box' Challenge" Like, yeah, get in there, baby (Get in there) You know me, hit you anywhere, baby (Let's go) Know she gon' do whatever I say I could piss in a cup, call it lemonade, baby (Ooh) Let that b*tch off, I'm a renegade, baby (Brr) I'ma get outta there, I ain't feelin' that (Huh?) ni**a run up on me with a cell phone out He gon' fu*k around, die on the internet (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) fu*k it, kill him on IG Live Let the whole world see the ni**a die (Die) Yeah, shout-out to SpotEm', we got 'em (Get down) Even though he a rapper, he shot him I get this big pretty-ass smile from my mama (Cheese) Get this motherfu*kin' voice from my daddy I learned how to pimp on them hoes from my uncle (Pimp, pimp) Let her su*k on my toes 'cause I'm nasty (Okay) Like fu*k it, she asked me to do it Play with me, I'ma actually shoot you Most of these ni**as be cap and, we knew it These ni**as drop sh*t and we laugh at they music I know how to murder these ni**as with kindness fu*kin' they b*tch from the back, how I do it I buy a Cuban and fill it with diamonds Send my assistant to pick up some condoms Instagram model at the hotel textin' me now Want me to give her the Johnson Damn, that ni**a Baby on fire (Bah-bah) And it won't go out, they know that lil' ni**a's a problem Got a big .45 on de-co*k (Go) Usin' big words like I'm T.I. (Turn up) Don't wanna get me started, ni**a Turn me up, ni**as gon' see why ni**a, you a b*tch, JoJo Siwa (b*tch) You let the wrong ni**a get rich Both of these chains on my neck, they compete with each other They fightin' and throwin' a fit Know how these hoes like to argue and beef with each other She fightin' now over the dick You should already know you ain't searchin' DaBaby 'Cause that ni**a like to come in with the stick I don't like to get into the mix (No) I done got paid in full, my ni**a I get them hoes like I'm Mitch Even got white people all on my dick (Go) Yeah, second year, six-time Grammy-nominated Came through turnt up, everybody hated Before I had my first M, it was Billion Dollar Baby He bet the house and his self like Las Vegas (Go) You want this sh*t? Gotta earn it He off the leash, he don't think he can get murdered Know how to swim, so I fu*k with who fu*kin' with me I take a bridge and I burn it Let me see if you can swim, lil' ni**a sh*t gettin' out of hand, I just parked a new Benz Hopped in a new Benz, lil' ni**a (Let's go) And I don't want new friends [Chorus: SpotEmGottem] Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box [Verse 2: SpotEmGottem] In Miami with my motherfu*kin' heat out With another ni**a b*tch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t Ready to get it started, b*tch, I got no sense Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me Can't fu*k wit' her no more, that lil' b*tch, she do the most I get my groove on every time I see them folks I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on I'm kickin' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*tch regardless [Chorus: SpotEmGottem] Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box