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Artiste : DaBaby
Titre : DELI
I´m tired of this chain and shit heavy
Shit, I´m from the Southwest of Delhi
Yeah
Shit, I´ve got this thing from New York like the custom

I talk like Sharkiesha on Belly
Aha, yeah, nigga now I´m back from that get back
I was just trying to eat, they ain´t let me
I put the switch on this bitch, it´s the chopper I hit it (frrrrr)
It sound like propellers
I heard niggas think baby ain´t got it
Tell my travel agent order it in private
Nigga I ain´t even got nowhere to go
But I feel like flexing so take me to an island
I hate when it´s raining outside
Drop a nigga off when the sun shining
Pull up presidential in a phantom, Obama
Send a couple thousands to my baby mama
I got a bitch from the Bronx that she´s feeling me
But I really won´t fuck ´round with Hennessy
Tell my boy Set to go high like Carter

Yo lil sister a motherfucking Barbie
Baby That shit niggas talking about garbage
I set this bitch off, get me started
You know I smoke out the pound of shit stank
When I walk in the bank, smell like somebody farted
Come on with your big ass, yeah
Hit him up, gon´ get that shit bag, uh
When they found him, he was dead on the motherfucking scene
I´m the one did that, nigga I got him, gon´ play that cool, they ain´t know it was me
I´m the one spent that, and that fin ain´t got kickback
Yeah, pull up back to back Benz as they mismatch
Tipsy drive, incentives, lil´ bitch back
You got it lil´ buddy, yeah I get a lil´ nigga out of here, buddy

I hustle day and night, yeah, nigga gotta be cutting Uh-uh
Becoming like the nigga gotta be, baby I´m known to get on your ass
Drive a bitch crazy
Get to that bag, taking my babies
Stay with that fire, standing on business I´ma shoot at you niggas
Every time that y´all playin´ Bout to switch it up to plain Jane jewelry
Cause everything that glitter ain´t gold Niggas hoes, they ain´t fooling me
Let it blow, nigga, ain´t no fear of me It´s up in my security, don´t bust it I´m shooting my security
Growing up, nigga, mama made you fight back
I can´t even shake the shit off from like that
I´m out the way, let me the fuck alone

If you ain´t got a casket or ice pack
Shout out to Ice Spice