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Bababouwee Video (MV)




Performed By: BoutaDolla
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Xavier Banker




BoutaDolla - Bababouwee Lyrics




If we pull up to your block, bababouwee, bababouwee
Choppa aiming at your top, bababouwee, bababouwee
Send them shottas to your spot, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Headshot him at the light, bababouwee

Lil homie said he want them problems, bababouwee
Drako shoot his soul right up out him
Send his ass straight to the doctor
You don't need to know nothing about me, bababouwee
Except your bitch can't live without me
Play it cool, but don't ever doubt me
We ain't really with the talking, homie
If you ain't about it, do not approach me
Pop his ass if he walking funny
Wrap his body up just like a mummy
Ain't no drama, I'm too busy counting money
Put a price on you youngin' shooting something
The Glock with me pump in the trunk
With a few shells if you get to jumpin'

If we pull up to your block, bababouwee, bababouwee
Choppa aiming at your top, bababouwee, bababouwee
Send them shottas to your spot, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Headshot him at the light, bababouwee

Smokin' on this Urkle, lean got me swervin
Double part the curb, f*ck the valet service
Got these niggas nervous, we ain't with rehearsal
We don't f*ck with bitches, f*ckin' with their purses
If that's a bar, you don't understand
Your daddy ain't raise you a hustlin man
I'm a hustler and Mack, homie, that is a fact
Finessin these hypes with the dummy bags
Winning every day ain't takin' no losses
VIP, bitch, we f*ckin' with bosses
When we hit the mall don't check what the cost is
Brushin' my shoulders haters get up off me
Pull up on em' yea I'm dumpin' the tool
And It ain't because I got something to prove
It's only cause I ain't got nothin' to lose
You loose at the jaw, we comin' for you

If we pull up to your block, bababouwee, bababouwee
Choppa aiming at your top, bababouwee, bababouwee
Send them shottas to your spot, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Headshot him at the light, bababouwee
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English

If we pull up to your block, bababouwee, bababouwee
Choppa aiming at your top, bababouwee, bababouwee
Send them shottas to your spot, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Headshot him at the light, bababouwee

Lil homie said he want them problems, bababouwee
Drako shoot his soul right up out him
Send his ass straight to the doctor
You don't need to know nothing about me, bababouwee
Except your bitch can't live without me
Play it cool, but don't ever doubt me
We ain't really with the talking, homie
If you ain't about it, do not approach me
Pop his ass if he walking funny
Wrap his body up just like a mummy
Ain't no drama, I'm too busy counting money
Put a price on you youngin' shooting something
The Glock with me pump in the trunk
With a few shells if you get to jumpin'

If we pull up to your block, bababouwee, bababouwee
Choppa aiming at your top, bababouwee, bababouwee
Send them shottas to your spot, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Headshot him at the light, bababouwee

Smokin' on this Urkle, lean got me swervin
Double part the curb, f*ck the valet service
Got these niggas nervous, we ain't with rehearsal
We don't f*ck with bitches, f*ckin' with their purses
If that's a bar, you don't understand
Your daddy ain't raise you a hustlin man
I'm a hustler and Mack, homie, that is a fact
Finessin these hypes with the dummy bags
Winning every day ain't takin' no losses
VIP, bitch, we f*ckin' with bosses
When we hit the mall don't check what the cost is
Brushin' my shoulders haters get up off me
Pull up on em' yea I'm dumpin' the tool
And It ain't because I got something to prove
It's only cause I ain't got nothin' to lose
You loose at the jaw, we comin' for you

If we pull up to your block, bababouwee, bababouwee
Choppa aiming at your top, bababouwee, bababouwee
Send them shottas to your spot, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Have you dead by tonight, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee, bababouwee
Headshot him at the light, bababouwee
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Writer: Xavier Banker
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