Baby Shark

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Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo (hahaha)
 Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
 Baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
 Baby
 Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo
 I don't got no opps no more, but this ain't new to you
 Said I'm just a broski, but I know she's fooling you
 She gon' do some things to me, that she won't do to you
 They changing colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube
 I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' be rude to you
 I don't need to flex, I don't got shit to prove to you
 Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do
 What that toolie do
 Papapap-praah! What that toolie do
 Bitch, get out the way, I'm with the gang, you know we coming through (yeah)
 Get yo' hoe in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she's done with you (ayy)
 I heard that you snitch, thеre ain't no trustin' you
 How you talking 'bout 'em, but be hanging with 'еm? I can't fuck with you
 All of Tallahassee, been inside her ain't no loving you
 Until you get that check, there ain't no love for you
 There will be never be another me
 There will be never be another me
 There will be never be another me
 One and only, there will never be another me
 You can't even get mad at yo' main, because she fuck with me
 Hit it from the back, I pull her hair, no she can't run from me
 Once I catch my nut, I gotta dip, bae, you ain't stuck with me
 Why the fuck he talking on the 'net like it ain't up with me?
 Floating like a butterfly, choppa on me stinging like a bumble bee
 Same niggas that be talking 'bout me are the same niggas that be under me
 They slept on me
 Now they be claiming they fuck with me
 I feel like the goat, I feel like the shit, I swear to God you cannot humble me
 Choppa sound like baby shark, 'cause it go doo-doo-doo
 I don't got no opps no more, but this ain't new to you
 Said I'm just a broski, but I know she's fooling you
 She gon' do some things to me, that she won't do to you
 They changing colors on the side just like a Rubiks cube
 I like toxic hoes, the ones who gon' be rude to you
 I don't need to flex, I don't got shit to prove to you
 Pop out with lil' Brodie, he gon' show you what that toolie do
 What that toolie do
 Papapap-praah! What that toolie do
 Bitch, get out the way, I'm with the gang, you know we coming through (yeah)
 Get yo' hoe in check, 'cause she gon' hit me when she's done with you (ayy)
 There will be never be another me
 There will be never be another me
 There will be never be another me
 One and only, there will never be another me
 

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Duration
02:36
Key
1
Tempo
160 BPM

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