Caution Lyrics – BabyBalmainn
Singer: BabyBalmainn
Title: Caution
Balmainn on em
b#tch I’m ballin’ on em
I cut the check and I ran with it
n#gg#s can’t wait till I land with it
Make some cash and you gone hit the gram with it
n#gg#s hate cause they know I’m the man with it
All these fakes and these snakes in my grass with it
Got a foreign it came with a clip in it
f#ck around and we might do your #ss with it
Roll a wood and I’m smoking that gas in it
Cartier’s yeah I can’t see no hate with it
Being broke yeah I can’t be okay with it
Nine to five yeah I don’t see no shake with it
Motion picture I might make a tape with it
I’m a ride for my n#gg#s no faking it
Pour me up need a four and an eighth in it
Get the chance and you know that I’m taking it
Shock the world yеah you n#gg#s just wait on it
I started making a name
Fake n#gg#s bеtter stay in they lane
You see the money and change
Real n#gg# I can’t change for the fame
Kicking doors, kicking rocks
Ode man my shooters got aim
Kicking back on the blocks
Boss n#gg# got a G on my chain
Watch your head, watch your top
No chill man my n#gg#s insane
Pull up in a drop
f#ck that I’m a cop me a Range
Pull up with a thot
f#ck that I might take her to Spain
b#tch I’m big balling I say free the real
Free all my n#gg#s that’s out in the field
Fighting for life all they know is to drill
Free 21 heard he locked in a cell
I’m on my way trying to make me a mil
You not solid as me man that vibe getting killed
Fettuccini on me yeah that price a big deal
Got some pills in a zip got to keep that b#tch sealed
Let me call real estate need a house on the hills
I could talk about pain cause I know how it feel
Yeah I got me the gates but they don’t call me Bill
Heard you say you a snack but I wanted the meal
I got a Cuban Link
That gas was smelling stink
I don’t ever think
That codeine be my drink
Back to the basics
I’m trapping in Asics
Whipping that work in this b#tch like the Matrix
Whipping it up and I tell her come taste this
All in her mouth and she say that it’s tasteless
Need to slow down yeah they say I be speeding
Want me slow down should of gave me the reason
Checking my pulse they don’t think that I’m breathing
Working all week spend the bags on the weekend
n#gg#s they hating and want me to fail
My b#tch she bad and her hair from Brazil
I cannot stop when I’m on a new wave
What you talking bout, talking bout
Running out, running out
Say you is running up
Boy you is not you is really just running out, running out
Pulling out, pulling out
In a bad b#tch and I ain’t pulling out
Suck on me good I’m a leave it all in her mouth
Aye turn me of that b#tch man
I killed that shit
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