Ralan Styles - Baby Shark
Lyrics
[Intro]
Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo (Hahaha)
Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Baby
[Chorus]
Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo
I don’t got no opps no more, but this ain’t new to you
Said I’m just a broski, but I know she’s fooling you
She gon' do some things to me, that she won’t do to you
They changing colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube
I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' rude to you
I don’t need to flex, I don’t got shit to prove to you
Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do
What that toolie do
Papapap what that toolie do
[Verse]
Bitch get out the way I’m with the gang, you know we coming through (Yeah)
Get yo hoe in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she’s done with you (Ayy)
I heard that you snitch, therе ain’t no trustin' you
How you talking 'bout 'em, but be hanging with 'em, I can’t fuck with you
All of Tallahassee, been insidе her ain’t no loving you
Until you get that check, there ain’t no love for you
There will be never be another me
There will be never be another me
There will be never be another me
One and only there will never be another me
You can’t even get mad at yo main, because she fuck with me
Hit it from the back, I pull her hair, no she can’t run from me
Once I catch my nut, I gotta dip bae you ain’t stuck with me
Why the fuck he talking on the net like it ain’t up with me
Floating like a butterfly, choppa on me stinging like a bumble bee
Same niggas that be talking 'bout me are the same niggas that be under me
They slept on me
Now they be claiming they fuck with me
I feel like the goat, I feel like the shit, I swear to God you cannot humble me
[Chorus]
Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo
I don’t got no opps no more, but this ain’t new to you
Said I’m just a broski, but I know she’s fooling you
She gon' do some things to me, that she won’t do to you
They changing colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube
I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' rude to you
I don’t need to flex, I don’t got shit to prove to you
Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do
What that toolie do
Papapap what that toolie do
