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DaBaby – Joggers Lyrics (ft. Stunna4Vegas)

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DaBaby - Joggers Lyrics (ft. Stunna4Vegas)

[Hook/Chorus – DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants “Uh-huh”
I got thirty thousand in my joggers “Mmh”
I got the pistol on the flight “The flight”
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain’t get shit from Christmas, she naughty “Hah”
In the car with her head down, she nodding
And her boyfriend gon’ act like he with it
‘Til I put this four-five on his noggin

[Verse 1 – DaBaby]
Fuck all that talking, just put a few mil’ on the table and give me a pen and I’m signing “Bitch”
I just cut off my bitch “Why?”
‘Cause you ain’t really with me, be honest
She know I’m a motherfucking pimp, she don’t get steak and shrimp
B done took a lil’ bitch to McDonalds
Put a bag on your motherfucking head, better watch what you said
On my motherfucking pics and my comments “Bitch”
In the four I’m a motherfucking giant “Huh”
A king like a motherfucking lion “Yeah”
Oh, these lil’ niggas act like they want that “Uh-huh”
We gon’ slide in your DM’s, we sliding
Better call up the homicide unit, I make ’em pull out yellow tape with the sirens
They gon’ make me come set this bitch off
When I pull that bitch out it’s too late to say sorry “Uh-uh”
Niggas thought I was pussy ’cause they heard me singing to bitches like YK Osiris “Hah”
I got my mind on my money
Let’s run up some motherfucking commas “Yeah”
Let’s go to the motherfucking bank “Haha”
Bitch, I’m from Charlotte, we blank “Blank”
Mama told me to pull up my pants “Why?”
Got them racks on me, mama, I can’t “Huh”

[Hook/Chorus – DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers “Yeah”
I got the pistol on the flight “Uh-huh”
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain’t get shit from Christmas, she naughty “Hmm”
In the car with her head down, she nodding “Hmm”
And her boyfriend gon’ act like he with it
‘Til I put this four-five on his noggin

[Verse 2 – Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants “Uh”
This big .40 hanging out my joggers “Uh”
I grew up around them apartments
Now I’m in LA like a Dodger “Ooh”
Won’t beef over tweets
I send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalking “Get him out of there”
Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin “Uh”
I’m on Runtz, from Cookie I’m coughing “Uh”
Always up like I’m booted on molly “Boot”
These lil’ niggas 12, they talking “Fuck”
They can’t keep up, Stunna a problem
I can’t keep these bitches off me “Goddamn”
Yeah, we bringing eyes in the party
Make him play with that stick on him ’til he say sorry
Fuck who? I beg your pardon “What?”
Won’t cop pleas when shit get started “Nope”
I keep tryna pull up my pants
This big pistol hanging out my joggers “Wow”
She eat dick when I land
Hit from the back, she call me her father “Ooh”
For my bro, I’ll take the stand
Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor
Big dawg, you lil’ niggas is toddlers “Yeah”
On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers “Grah, grah, grah”

[Hook/Chorus – DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers “Yeah”
I got the pistol on the flight “Uh-huh”
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain’t get shit from Christmas, she naughty “Hmm”
In the car with her head down, she nodding “Hmm”
And her boyfriend gon’ act like he with it
‘Til I put this four-five on his noggin

SONG INFO

Released: March 1, 2019 Produced By: Sean Da Firzt Engineering: Kevin McCloskey, Glenn A. Tabor III & BJ Mekk

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DaBaby - Joggers Lyrics (ft. Stunna4Vegas)

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