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Jack Harlow – Face of My City Lyrics

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[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
I’m the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I’m shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn’t always this pretty

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Runway me, I’m fitting, fourth-quarter, ninth inning
Ain’t no way we ain’t winning
Back home for a week, ain’t no way we ain’t sinning
If she came to stay with me, ain’t no way she ain’t pretty
Got the 808 hitting
Y’all some internet thugs, won’t come face to face with me
Y’all would hate to play with me
Tummy tuck it one time, she’ll pay to stay skinny
I done been on that road, I done ate some great Denny’s, yeah
And some Cracker Barrel
Little brothеr with me selling Jack apparel
Shе a rich girl, she done had Camaros
Cheaper to keep her Willy Caballero
White boy with a little habanero
I just hit a hundred, I was at a zero
I’m a big boss, you just at a bureau
Hometown hero, tell ’em add a mural

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
I’m the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I’m shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn’t always this pretty

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I’m the man in my city (Yeah), niggas can’t fuck with me (Nah)
Bookbag three fifty (Cash), got my hand on my blicky
Might swag, I don’t dance for real
First come then I’m paying her bills
Niggas bums, they got nowhere to live
I ain’t chasing nothing but me some M’s
I ain’t beefing with them niggas, they kids
I should put ’em over my knee and spank ’em
I was thinking that they would’ve been thankful
Pretty bitch and she be killing them angles
We turn a killer right into an angel
I start demolishing shit when I’m angry
Boy, don’t be following me, that shit dangerous
Still in apartments, my lil’ hitters banging
I repped my projects before I was famous
Straight from the bottom, you know I ain’t changing
Everything cash, you know how I play it
Fuck like I love her, she know I ain’t staying
Pass her to dog and you know how I’m playing
Act like I’m dumb but you know I ain’t crazy
Big Baby

[Chorus: Jack Harlow with Lil Baby]
I’m the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I’m shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn’t always this pretty

Big Baby Scumbag – Jodeci Freestyle Lyrics

Walk up in this bitch, I bet she notice me
Young pretty nigga, take your bitch I feel like Jodeci
Yea my name Big Baby, but that hoe she call me Hercules
Pull up in that Ghost, that’s some shit that you ain’t heard or seen
Why you playin’ dumb nigga? I know that you heard of me
Write my verses in the bible, might cop me a Jesus piece
You ain’t flippin’ packs, you flip burgers at the Applebees
All these niggas sweet and make believe like Johnny Appleseed
I don’t play no games nigga, nah this ain’t a Chuck E Cheese
Nikes on my feet, look at my belt and it say double G
Runnin’ to this money like a rabbit, you got turtle feet
Doggin’ all these hoes, I’m off the leash and your bitch got the fleas
I ain’t with that funny shit, I’m on some gettin’ money shit
Shout out to the baby goin’ hyphy on some dummy shit
I don’t want your bitch, her pussy stank, she on some funky shit
Pull up to his crib with some bananas on some monkey shit
Yea I’m on that Florida shit, wet just like some water shit
Every night I go to sleep I dream about some foreign shit
Every night I go to sleep I dream about a foreign bitch
When I die and go to heaven, bury me in foreign shit

Big Baby Scumbag – Robocop Lyrics

[Intro]
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
You are now listening to…
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
ALMIGHTY SUPREME
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
SHUT THE f**k UP

[Verse 1: Big Baby Scumbag]
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob (Wah)
Check in with Big Baby and do your job (Wah)
Bitch I stay flexing so hard it don’t stop (Woo)
Futuristic swag bitch I feel like Robocop (Brrr)
Met a lil’ freak and I think she from Miami (Wah)
Keep a rubber in her purse she said, “come in handy” (Wah)
She’ll tie you up and steal your shit just like a bandit (Wah)
And run off with your credit card cause she out here scammin’ (Ooh)
I don’t trust that bitch I think she got it from her mammy (No)
I asked her what’s her stripper name she told me it was Candy (Huh?)
I told that bitch to suck my dick out back behind the ally (Woo)
I never met a bitch like this before I can’t imagine (Nah)
She got daddy issues damn I gotta thank her daddy (Thank You)
Damn her booty fat I had to take both hands and grab it (Woo)
Stop with all the lying it ain’t real I know you cappin’
I’m a selfish ass nigga I won’t buy you shit stop asking (Nope)
Bitches used to curve me back in high school I was ashy
But I still passed my math test my money ain’t subtracting (Nope)
Yeah I look good and my girlfriend classy
I like cornbread and catfish (yeah) with a side of cabbage (Brrr)

[Chorus]
Rated R superstar she be getting nasty (she be getting nasty)
Robocop, Robocop, why you out here blasting? (why you out here blasting?)
She a brick house and the booty is the attic (booty is the attic)
Shawty I got that dope dick and you can be the addict (you can be the addict)
Rated R superstar she be getting nasty (she be getting nasty)
Robocop, Robocop, why you out here blasting? (why you out here blasting?)
She a brick house and the booty is the attic (booty is the attic)
Shawty I got that dope dick and you can be the addict (you can be the addict)

[Hook]
Where them hoes at?(Where dey at?) Where them hoes at? (Where dey at?)
Heard you got your nose done, where your nose at? (Where dey at?)
Where my bro’s at? (Where dey at?) Where my fam at? (Where dey at?)
Shawty wanna ride a nigga like a hatchback (Woo)
I said
Where them hoes at? (Where dey at?) Where them hoes at? (Where dey at?)
Heard you got your nose done, where your nose at? (Where dey at?)
Where my bro’s at? (Where dey at?) Where my fam at? (Where dey at?)
Shawty wanna give me brain like a snapback (Lil’ bitch)

[Chorus]
Rated R superstar she be getting nasty (she be getting nasty)
Robocop, Robocop, why you out here blasting? (why you out here blasting?)
She a brick house and the booty is the attic (booty is the attic)
Shawty I got that dope dick and you can be the addict (you can be the addict)
Rated R superstar she be getting nasty (she be getting nasty)
Robocop, Robocop, why you out here blasting? (why you out here blasting?)
She a brick house and the booty is the attic (booty is the attic)
Shawty I got that dope dick and you can be the addict (you can be the addict)

[Outro]
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH THATS WHAT I SAID
STEADY GRIND GRIPPIN’ BUSTIN’ HOES TO THE HEAD
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH
I LOVE YOU BABY AHH

Big Baby Scumbag – Victoria Secret Lyrics (feat. Father)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Big Baby Scumbag]
Met a six foot tall bitch I met at the mall
Heard she suck a good dick and wash a nigga dirty draws
Girl my name Big Baby, hell yeah it’s nice to meet you
Catch me at Foot Locker buying all them sneakers
Got a bad bitch and I think her name Jelissa
She a white girl but she got that jungle fever
Kick her to the curb like a nigga play FIFA
I’m a dirty bird, she a cougar, no cheetah
She a dirty slut and she lie, don’t believe her
Stupid ass nigga, is you fried, why you keep her
Going through my beeper, going through my messages
I ain’t got no games on my phone, this ain’t Tetris
I be on some money shit, while your ass cuffin’ hoes
Paying for her nails n’ shit
Paying for her f**king toes
Junk food eating ass hoe, buying jelly rolls
She ain’t got no credit card
She ain’t got no telephone

[Chorus: Big Baby Scumbag] x4
Yeah, Victoria Secret
She don’t got no secrets
She don’t got no secrets

[Verse 2: Father]
She ain’t got no secrets
Made 50K then I freaked it
Pushed her off that pedestal, hit the floor, now we freaking
Pulled out that glizzy, pissy, now he’s leaking
Nigga think he better, incredible, that boy reaching
Coming to your city and stimulate your economy
Damn papi, hit yo’ bitch, stimulate, make her cum on me
Tracee Ellis Ross shorty 45 but that’s young to me
My girl down bad, my nigga you know that front on me

[Chorus: Big Baby Scumbag] x4
Yeah, Victoria Secret
She don’t got no secrets
She don’t got no secrets

Big Baby Scumbag – Black Joe Dirt Lyrics

(Wavy Benz)
(You so wavy)
Yeah
(Danny I see you)
Yeah
Yeah
Imma go in
Yeah
Gucci on my wrist yeah bitch turned to wrist work
Had to take it off Tried to flex but my wrist hurt
Rockstar lifestyle feeling like Fred Durst
Can’t stand a broke bitch good it make my head hurt
Dat way nigga falling off that’s a dead word
Pull up on your bitch in the hall with the bad word
Ice cream machine broke bitch but my dick work
Flex so hard I don’t even gotta lie
Bitch so bad Imma put her on a t shirt
Put her in a wheel chair bitch say her knees hurt
God dam bitch why you acting like you so hurt
I’m a grown mullet bitch I’m the black joe dirt
Polar bear feet when I’m walking in the polar
White bitch love to sniff coke no collar
And that bitch gonna ride me like a coast no roller
Turn that bitch into an addict even though she been sober
Talk to me dirty bitch please not nicely
Shoes on my feet real dirty but pricey
Lame niggas mad and they all wanna fight me
10 piece wing lemon pepper kinda spicy
Married to the money nigga never need a wifey
Married to this rap shit bitch that’s wifey
Big baby go hard you so icy
Big baby go hard you so icy
Dale Earnhardt bet a nigga won’t catch me
Like Lil Wayne stay stunting I’m a daddy
Ran out of Bud Light drinking on Natty
Beat a nigga ass with his belt like his pappy
Bitch I’m a dog nigga no I ain’t Lassie
Spring got a four like we chilling in The Valley
Got a shy ass bitch and she act real classy
So that bitch suck my dick in the back of the Caddy
Bitch I’m through
Know they knew
Riding in the Nascar bitch go ‘Broom’
I was in Hollywood riding in a Porsche but I got me a Jeep I ain’t got enough room
Who is you?
Bitch I glow
Big Baby swagged up already know
Same hoe talking all this shit be the joke
9 times out of 10 bet my dick in her throat
Hol’ up
Niggas sweet like cream soda
Hol’ up
Push start like a controller
Hol’ up
Do it on my own don’t need to phone her
Hol’ up
Riding in a tech I’m a soilder
f**k how ya’ feel
Never kissed ass
Never ever signed a deal
Got me a plate and I got me a mill
I don’t need love hoe I need something real
Woah
Bitch
f**k how ya’ feel
Never kissed ass
Never ever signed a deal
Got me a plate and I got me a mill
I don’t need love hoe I need something real

Big Baby Scumbag – Do What I Want Lyrics

[Chorus x16]
Bitch I’ma do what I wanna

[Verse]
Bitch I’ma do what I wanna
Bitch I’ma do what it do
I’ma go f**k on a model
Bet I’ma nut in her shoe
Bitch I’ma do what I wanna
Bitch I’ma do the most
Yea I do it erryday
Big Baby you the goal
God damn I look good
God damn I look great
Young nigga just flex
Young nigga lift weight
Big Baby got juice
Big Baby got drank
Goin’ hard in the paint
Broke boy you a lame

[Bridge x2]
Bitch I’ma get to the cake
Bitch I’ma get to the loot
Bitch I’ma do what I wanna
Bitch I’ma do what it do

[Chorus x16]
Bitch I’ma do what I wanna

Big Baby Scumbag – Pimp C Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
God damn, they done let a young nigga in the club
I pulled up to the club in the ostrich
I got ostrich on my feet
I’m in VIP section you feel me?
Imma need all the bad bitches to report to the middle of the dance floor
Imma need all the bad bitches to report to the middle of the dance floor
We gon do it like this, check it out

[Verse]
Came in this bitch with about 30 bitches
Bitches on my dick cuz I’m wet like a fisher
Pull up on yo bitch and spread the hoe just like a swisher
Damn I miss my ex bitch I might go f**k her sister
Bitch I got the juice and imma put it in the blender
I got a bad bitch and she might just let me pimp her
I got a bad bitch and she don’t look like her pictures
I ate her like some catfish, I met that hoe on tinder
Ice around my neck and it be cold just like December
Bitch I feel like Lion King but no I’m not no Simba
Walking on the moon I’m taking off just like a missile
Pull up on yo bitch and cock that hoe just like a pistol
Pull up in a spaceship, you know I’m hitting switches
That bitch wanna f**k me, I know she blowing kisses
That bitch wanna suck me, she wanted me for Christmas
These niggas steady hating ‘cuz they washed up like some dishes
Pull up with a stick, bitch I’m feeling like I’m Deadshot
My bitch like a supermodel when she taking headshots
Pussy got a smackdown, she got me in a leglock
I’m in that bitch raw and she got be in a headlock
Fred Flintstone on a bitch ‘cuz I bedrock
Pockets on swole, Suge Knight, bitch I’m 2Pac
Told that bitch to bend it over ’till she touch her tube sock
I gave that bitch a half a pill she takin off her tube top
Bitch I’m warming up I’m like an engine in the winter
Bitch give me top and she taking off her dentures
Dancing with the devil baby girl and I’m a sinner
Ballin’ real hard, bitch I feel like Derek Fisher
Shawty poppin’ pussy, throw it me like a pitcher
Knock it out the park, bitch I feel like Derek Jeter
Got it from my momma so I really wanna meet her
Stuntin’ like my daddy I could never be a leecher
Bitch I take flight, jumpman on my sneaker
I don’t want yo bitch cuz she a natty and you can keep her
Taught that bitch a lesson she a student I’m a teacher
I call that bitch an asshole I know that she a bleacher
Young nigga ballin’ while you sittin’ on the bleecher
Big Baby got it, bitch I’m bustin’ out your speaker
No you cannot ride with me my car is a two seater
No you cannot have my number hit me on my beeper
Waves in my hair and they spinning like a typhoon
Buzzin’ in my city blowin’ up bitch I might soon
Fly like a propeller I might turn into a kite soon
My bitch got a bitch so I might go f**k a dyke soon
I’m swaggin’, I’m flexin’
Main bitch textin’
Underground King like a nigga came from Texas
Rest in peace Pimp C
Bitch I’m big pimpin
Money getting longer and my pockets still itchin’
Bitch

[Outro]
What is your name?
Baby
Wait, what?
Your name’s baby?
B-a-b-y, baby?
Yeah
Well, then
You have us all beat
Every damn song is about you
We could drive back and forth
Across the states forever
And never run out
Of “baby” songs
We might run out of gas