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Deebaby
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deebaby
Songwriter
ayybraden
Arranger
Johnny Loomin
Arranger
Ryan Youngblood
Arranger
Lyrics
Damn, my bad
I pop these Percs when you 'cause headaches
Depression runnin' through my blood, shit got high-state
Picked up this cup ain't have no plan, I'll go to war behind my mans
We substituting handguns for all these Dracs
Fuck her baby daddy, I take care of his child
Bae, I ain't seen you in a while
My Mama told me she don't want no bread, she'd rather see me smile
30 thousand in Ohio, 35 to be exact
Two-story crib that me and Yayo just went and grabbed, pool in the back
Two-inch five-eightys on the way, plus a bulletproof Maybach
I had went and bought a SUV, Janelle just told 'em a new 'lac
You can't fix paper when it's torn, if I don't wake up in the morning, I told my dawg, "Celebrate don't mourn"
Over my deady body
Over my deady body, ugh
Over my deady body
Over my deady body
Ugh, yeah
Red socks, blood drippin', puddle from yo' ball-cap
All these racks, somewhere out of state I'm where the mall at
Who this is? Don't you call back
"Baby, ain't the hottest in the city", I can't recall that
They switched up on me, like why?
Switched up on Yay', like why?
Switched up on Quai, like why?
'Cause we the chosen ones
So much O in here, I'm fried
Hit the weed one time, I'm high
Until it's blood comin' out my eyes
'Til I can't open 'em
I lost people that I love
I miss people I can't hug
Take advantage of real love
On my hands, really felt blood
Some niggas I got dead
I seen him take one to his head
I seen a street nigga point testify tryna avoid the feds
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, why
Oh oh oh yeah
I pop these Percs when you 'cause headaches
Depression runnin' through my blood, shit got high-state
Picked up this cup ain't have no plan, I'll go to war behind my mans
We substituting handguns for all these Dracs
Fuck her baby daddy, I take care of his child
Bae, I ain't seen you in a while
My Mama told me she don't want no bread, she'd rather see me smile
30 thousand in Ohio, 35 to be exact
Two-story crib that me and Yayo just went and grabbed, pool in the back
Two-inch five-eightys on the way, plus a bulletproof Maybach
I had went and bought a SUV, Janelle just told 'em a new 'lac
You can't fix paper when it's torn, if I don't wake up in the morning, I told my dawg, "Celebrate don't mourn"
Back then I used to feel alone
That's when my daddy just got home
My mama was trippin' all night long
That's when my sister lost her soul
Okay, she almost did atleast
Went to sleep, woke up a beast
See murder victims while I sleep
Seen Jay ain't heal after the heat
Swing batter, batter
Swing batter, batter
Swing batter up
Swing in hell in my dreams
Tellin' God, "Please, I've had enough"
Swing batter, batter
Swing batter, batter
Swing batter up
Swing batter, batter
Swing batter, batter
Swing batter up
Ugh, She said, "Baby don't leave, stay"
I said, "I'mma try, okay"
What you mean I'm at the club?
I'm at Sugarhill with Quai
Who, that's Yay'
I'm in the studio all day
Pingy got off house arrest
He said he on the way with Jay
Ugh, it's hard to heal from this broken heart
Ugh, I got stitches on my body from these love scars
Ugh, i got stitches on my body from these love scars
Ugh, it's hard to heal with this broken heart
Writer(s): Ryan Joseph Youngblood, Braden Andrew Sherouse, Vyizigiro Jeanmarie, Jesus Martinez Jr.
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