TeeLow Da Producer - Lil Haiti Baby lyrics

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TeeLow Da Producer - Lil Haiti Baby lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah It's that EVOL, ah You understand me? [Hook 1] I bagged this bad b**h, it was nothing to get her You want a whole brick? Oh it's nothing to get ‘em Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn't nothing to get ‘em I had to focus, then it wasn't nothing to get ‘em [Verse 1] Hey, thirty thousand on a watch, I swear thank God I'm ballin' Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called ‘em Hottest n***a in the streets, they see my Audemars Hottest n***a in the streets, three thousands grams of shoo Boston George, I'm with that game, you got that girl that blow Oh, you want my life, that's la famil, that's all I know Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before This for Khaled, this for n***as ‘round the Ace and bottles This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these n***as banging B's This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it I, I got some names but I ain't gon' never drop ‘em Aye, she say my name but she won't ever drop me [Hook 2] You want an R&B chick, shawty it ain't nothin' to get her You want to run around the town, well it ain't nothin' to get her You want to drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain't nothin' to get her You know that I'm gonna make homies ride for me, it ain't nothin' to get ‘em [Verse 2] We throwed away that money cause that mula swole I throw that grams of boy, I'm servin' in the cold Got fifty eight.. grams of boy, we servin' pita They say they got Magnolia shawty bangin' needles They trapped out Angola, they was out the NOLA Then f** around and then know you, got to be a cobra They cooped up with that yola, now that cook Coke Cola I f**ed around and showed them that my heart is colder My water whippin' issues now we packin pistols They packin' gats and lots these n***as sending missiles They say they hate the kid, the kid was getting' mula You wanna ask around, then you can ask my j**eler [Hook 3] Bodies came around, he shot ‘em on a bike Oh he poppin' wheelies, a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that n***a he just a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby [Post-Hook 1] Dumping down the pills, I feel my head explodin' Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin' Money comin' in, we ain't gon' never spend it Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen I just wanna be there for my n***a, woo I just wanna go back to the Bentley store I just wanna go back to the Lamb' store I just wanna buy another Rover though I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow All this money comin' in, can't never spend it I swear, all this money comin' in, we're still winnin' Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby [Verse 3] Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no facade Pull up in that ‘Rari, we don't know facade Pull up with that yappa, it wasn't no facade Lettin' off all the rounds, it wasn't just no facade [Hook 3] Bodies came around, he shot ‘em on a bike Oh he poppin' wheelies, he a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that n***a, he a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that boy, he a lil Haiti baby Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby [Post-Hook 2] Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin' Jumpin' out these whips, we ain't on no facade Pull up in that ‘Rari, ain't no no Facade Pull up in that ‘Rari, ain't no no Facade Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day [Outro] EVOL

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