Letra de PEACHES & EGGPLANTS (Freestyle) - DaBaby

I'm into nasty bitches

Don't even ask me, just grab it

Pull that bitch out

I'm up in traffic with it

Trying my best not to crash, 'cause it's in her mouth

She ain't got patience with me

She like "Fuck this shit bae, if we crash look how you went out"

Today, I pulled out SRT

If I crash it, it's one of my cheaper cars

How many you got, like 13

If I'm out in that hellcat, I ride with that-pff

Don't say nun', you know what I mean

Girl, you know you got too much ass

I know that thang probably can't go in them jeans

When I get off the road, I'm trying to see how that go

Can we fuck on the floor on our knees

If I get in there and kill that pussy

Promise that you ain't gon' go to police

I'm from Charlotte, I used to pull up in a rental

And sell bows in front of No Grease

Anytime I got locked, I ain't never called momma

I always left dough with my freak

Tell her go pay the bond and go get my Impala

And park on the side of 4th Street

They can't pop how I pop it

I really had summers I went to court three times a week, nigga (Yeah)

Was really day one as a street nigga (Yeah)

Been had the guns before rap, nigga (Yeah)

Keep that bitch on me, I sleep with it (Mm)

Paranoid, watch how you creep

I shoot this bitch straight through my tint, I ain't cheap

Glock 23 in my hand when I drive

Got a ARP sitting on the passenger seat

I don't reload, I'm switching 'em

Shoot this bitch out my door while I'm sitting in it

My dick gon' be the shovel

I tell her lay her fine ass on the floor while I dig in it

Imma leave a lil puddle

Fucking these lil niggas' bitches 4L

I had went and got me some lil money

I brought my big bro a corvette with no L's

You can ask my homeboy mommas that knew me

When I was growing up, all my hustle was hell

You can ask my momma, she'll vouch

Ever since second grade, Baby had something to sell

Make 'em turn the music down in front of the house

Gotta control all y'all traffic, nigga

I was a fool with the trapping

I can show you what to do with that plastic, nigga

Now I get loot off of rapping, nigga, like uh

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw

(Take that, put it in a rubber band)

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw

(Know what I'm saying)

(She always got one in the head)

(Pull the bitch out, up it)

Boaw

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw

(Turn the beat down)

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw

(Gun a nigga ass all the way down)

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw

(Talking 'bout he dead)

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw

(It's Baby)

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