RALAN STYLES - Baby Shark

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

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 foolin' you
She gon' do some things to me, that she won't do to you
They changin' colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube
I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' be 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 (bah-bah-bah-bah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, what that toolie do
Bah-bah-bah-bah, grrah, what that toolie do
Bitch get out the way I'm with the gang, you know we comin' through (yeah)
Get yo' ho in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she's done with you (ayy)

I heard that you snitch, there ain't no trustin' you
How you talkin' 'bout 'em, but be hangin' with 'em, I can't fuck with you
All of Tallahassee, been inside her ain't no lovin' 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 talkin' on the net like it ain't up with me
Floatin' like a butterfly, choppa on me stingin' like a bumble bee
Same niggas that be talkin' 'bout me are the same niggas that be under me
They slept on me
Now they be claimin' they fuck with me
I feel like the goat, I feel like the shit, I swear to God you cannot humble me

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 foolin' you
She gon' do some things to me, that she won't do to you
They changin' colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube
I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' be 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 (bah-bah-bah-bah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, what that toolie do
Bah-bah-bah-bah, grrah, what that toolie do
Bitch get out the way I'm with the gang, you know we comin' through (yeah)
Get yo' ho in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she's done with you (ayy)

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

Written by:
Michael Robinson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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