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Dababy – Socks

Lyrics Socks – Dababy

Uhh
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, yeah, b**ch
I end up
Hitting that h*e in my socks, go
Oh lord, Jetson made another one

Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that h*e in my socks
Popping s**t how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking s**t like my mama, yeah
Ready to hit like my pops
Come f**k around with me
F**k around, you gone
F**k around and get shot
Let’s go, b**ch

I ain’t giving warnings to n**gas, I’m stepping
Pull out that forty on n**gas and Uh
Pull out that forty on n**gas and bless ’em
If you good with the lord then I’ll send you to Heaven
If not go to hell lil’ n**ga
Trigger happy, Imma drop shells lil n**ga
Bond money, we don’t f**k with jail lil n**ga
Anybody ’round me pay the bail and go get ’em
Hope that hating s**t working out
The black and the white people all on my deeck
‘Cause I’m versatile

It’s Baby, that n**ga you heard about
I f**ked on her, she a squirter now
I like how she talk, I’m in love with her
I’m kidding, say whatever to get that lil kitty
N**gas ever ain’t tripping on titties
Take this bread and go get me a glizzy
F**k b**ches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs
I see every time a n**ga s**tting
Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama
And still my lil gangsta give me remy
B**ch, I been player, n**gas silly
If she come earning some stripes
I might let her spend the night
Keeping on one of my Nikes
Freaking three h*es like a dyke
Yeah, yeah

Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that h*e in my socks
Popping s**t how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking s**t like my mama
Ready to hit like my pops
Come f**k around with me
F**k around with me
F**k around and get shot

Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry
I get angry like my brother G
I was little, I pissed in the bed
Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef
I don’t care how the f**k I go out
I bet it won’t be ’bout no motherf**king freak
When I said I go out, I ain’t talking ’bout dying
I ain’t leaving no sooner than seventy three

I pulled up Chevelle, that’s a seventy two
I do everything way better than you
B**ch a*s n**gas, I ain’t caring what you do
B**ch a*s n**ga, I ain’t scary Imma shoot
B**ch get missing, I ain’t caring if she cute
Nah for real, probably keep it too real
Ain’t no secret can’t keep my lil chill
N**gas gone eat deeck just to keep that lil deal
Lost twenty million for keeping it real

B**ch, I ain’t even tripping
I don’t give a f**k, about no money
Long as I could take care of all my children
All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins
They ain’t yelling free Dashmond then it’s f**k ’em
I just shot my bae mama some money
And told her I love her I’m thuggin
I’ma end up..

Written by DaBaby, jetsonmade, Pooh Beatz, LosTheProducer
Album: Baby On Baby 2
Produced by jetsonmade, Pooh Beatz & LosTheProducer
DaBaby | 2022

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