Lady Tha Boss - Babysitting

Boy i'll baby sit yo lil ass
Slap a diaper right on yo nigga
Get ya shoes all off my couch
Pop a titty right I n ya mouth
Go to sleep
Yea nap it out
Lil nigga knocked
In the trap house
Bangin all on my pots n pans
Took the fork
Finna pop ya hands

Look
I ain't shit like ya
Gradma
You can hold ya neck up
You can tote a hammer
Here hold ya leg up
Put it in ya Pamper

I'll put yo lil ass to work Boi
Why u out here in dirt Boi
Bitches do not want no hurt Boi
Roll up the sleeves on ya shirt boy

Aye

You a bad lil however old
Cryin hollering tantrum throwing
I'll come out this Louie belt
Nigga since you can't help ya self

Bentley coupe
Cherry red cocoa cola
Fendi prints on my arrieola
Loud all in yo diaper bag
Daddy want me to mama mad

Bout time yo ass had a lil snack
I Hit yo wit a lil luncable
Only one car seat in the back
Y'all take turns while I bust moves
I'm sick of watchin u niggas
I don't have games on my phone
They tuggin all on my chainz
These are not cubic zircons

Yea I'm Riddin thru the city
Got lil Kirk and Dominique
Taught one how to count my money
The other one keep it neat
Fuggit lil niggas break down a swisher
Which one of yall finna roll this weed
Why y'all ain't bring nan nothin with ya
We a long way from a damn tv

Boy i'll baby sit yo lil ass
Slap a diaper right on yo nigga
Get ya shoes all off my couch
Pop a titty right I n ya mouth
Go to sleep
Yea nap it out
Lil nigga knocked
In the trap house
Bangin all on my pots n pans
Took the fork
Finna pop ya hands

Written by:
Lynzi Gaiter

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