Baby Boi - D.L.

3.0, 3.0
I gotta put all me jewelry back on
So a nigga could be flexing
I could really care less
what a bitch gotta say
You know I ain’t with the questions
I gotta put all me hoes on the D.L
So a nigga could be sexting
If I pull up with the heat
You know ima get em touch
You know I ain’t with the stretching
I ain’t with the stretching
Check out this limousine
I ain’t with the texting
I let me celly ring
I ain’t with the photographs
Check out this magazine
I ain’t on no groupie shit
Feel like I’m Mr. Clean
And I just made a promise, in me pinky ring
Feel like I’m balling with LeBron
And I don’t need a ring
Feel like I’m Martin Luther King
And I just had a dream
It’s B.O.I
I spell like I’m Akeelah and the Bee, uh
Energy on ten, uh
I can’t let em win, uh
If I fall down, I get right back up again
Bitch I’m balling out the gym
Hanging on the rim
Bitch I feel like Biggie
I just found my Lil Kim, aye
I gotta put all me jewelry back on
So a nigga could be flexing
I could really care less
what a bitch gotta say
You know I ain’t with the questions
I gotta put all me hoes on the D.L
So a nigga could be sexting
If I pull up with the heat
You know ima get em touch
You know I ain’t with the stretching

Written by:
Terrence Bryant

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