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BABIES Video (MV)




Performed By: Hawsa
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Yousuf Alhawsawi




Hawsa - BABIES Lyrics




Imma pray for ya, Imma
Imma pray for ya
You dig? (crack haws)

I'm coming for their spot, tell these niggas fasten they seat
I know I lost my grill but it's still golden every time I speak
Hits and Grammys every week, I ain't even hit my peak
He think he could do a song by song, I know he ain't talking to me
I know he ain't talking to us, I know he ain't talking to us
Got a call for the backend, make my head rush
I'm in the meeting hearing what they're speaking but I ain't said much
I got a spending addiction, I don't save my bread much

I can't lose my bread, I can't lose my head
I could run this shit, if I lost my legs
They ain't make my set, I'm gon' throw a fit
They ain't make my set, I'm gon' throw a fit
I been going crazy like I lost my meds
I want do the show but they better brought my bread
Go crazy on stage, flip a desk
I'm a rager, baby I'll break the set

I'm a racer baby, I'm a rager baby
I'm so ahead of them, it's disrespectful to say I race them baby
I could teach you how to walk, know how to raise a baby
I could teach you how to rap and how to talk so crazy
Crack haws, on stage, flip a table, flip a chair
I know you wish you was here
I know you hear it from outside, they might call the cops for real
Crack haws way too big for jail
Everybody put disguise, everybody cut your hair

In the mosh pit going crazy, punch face, pulling hair
I know you was at the show, residue all in your nails
If they try to lock me up, use the backend for the bail
Someone take my phone I just spent my whole frontend all on Grailed
All I touch is hundreds, all I see is hundreds yea
All I touch is hundreds, they thought I was reading braille
Old bitch tryna come back, tryna wag her tail
It's a old story, I don't need to tell the tale

(I'll just pray for you)
(I'll just pray for you)
(I'll just pray for you)
(I'll just pray for you)

I'm coming for their spot, tell these niggas fasten they seat
I know I lost my grill but it's still golden every time I speak
Hits and Grammys every week, I ain't even hit my peak
He think he could do a song by song, I know he ain't talking to me
I know he ain't talking to us, I know he ain't talking to us
Got a call for the backend, make my head rush
I'm in the meeting hearing what they're speaking but I ain't said much
I got a spending addiction, I don't save my bread much
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Imma pray for ya, Imma
Imma pray for ya
You dig? (crack haws)

I'm coming for their spot, tell these niggas fasten they seat
I know I lost my grill but it's still golden every time I speak
Hits and Grammys every week, I ain't even hit my peak
He think he could do a song by song, I know he ain't talking to me
I know he ain't talking to us, I know he ain't talking to us
Got a call for the backend, make my head rush
I'm in the meeting hearing what they're speaking but I ain't said much
I got a spending addiction, I don't save my bread much

I can't lose my bread, I can't lose my head
I could run this shit, if I lost my legs
They ain't make my set, I'm gon' throw a fit
They ain't make my set, I'm gon' throw a fit
I been going crazy like I lost my meds
I want do the show but they better brought my bread
Go crazy on stage, flip a desk
I'm a rager, baby I'll break the set

I'm a racer baby, I'm a rager baby
I'm so ahead of them, it's disrespectful to say I race them baby
I could teach you how to walk, know how to raise a baby
I could teach you how to rap and how to talk so crazy
Crack haws, on stage, flip a table, flip a chair
I know you wish you was here
I know you hear it from outside, they might call the cops for real
Crack haws way too big for jail
Everybody put disguise, everybody cut your hair

In the mosh pit going crazy, punch face, pulling hair
I know you was at the show, residue all in your nails
If they try to lock me up, use the backend for the bail
Someone take my phone I just spent my whole frontend all on Grailed
All I touch is hundreds, all I see is hundreds yea
All I touch is hundreds, they thought I was reading braille
Old bitch tryna come back, tryna wag her tail
It's a old story, I don't need to tell the tale

(I'll just pray for you)
(I'll just pray for you)
(I'll just pray for you)
(I'll just pray for you)

I'm coming for their spot, tell these niggas fasten they seat
I know I lost my grill but it's still golden every time I speak
Hits and Grammys every week, I ain't even hit my peak
He think he could do a song by song, I know he ain't talking to me
I know he ain't talking to us, I know he ain't talking to us
Got a call for the backend, make my head rush
I'm in the meeting hearing what they're speaking but I ain't said much
I got a spending addiction, I don't save my bread much
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Writer: Yousuf Alhawsawi
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