Laugh At Em Lyrics – BabyChiefDoit

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[Intro]
Uh, uh, mm
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (6lement)
Uh

[Verse 1]
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words should never hurt
N!ggas dropping like flies, they pray one day they break the curse
My songs’ll make you wanna show ’em how that Uzi vert
She got the brains of a scholar, she a super nerd
#Trendsetter, BabyChiefDoit first
Dead man, call Uncle Sam, put him in the hearse

I know a redbone b!tch, she wanna be a nurse
I told her be a pharmacist, so I got her stealing Percs

[Chorus]
She ain’t for me, she for the streets, but I’m not mad at her (But I’m not mad at her)
He wrecked ’bout a b!tch that we both hit and I just laughed at him
I cannot trust a ho for s*it, she gotta wear a tracker
I heard her n!gga called me broke, he got it ass backwards

[Bridge]
Ass backwards
I heard the b!tch, she say I’m broke, you got it ass backwards
26 12 s*it, b!tch, this s*it for the slimes and animals only, n!gga, uh, uh

[Verse 2]
I swear that b!tch a diva, a liar and a cheater
She doing this s*it for the grace of the ‘net, that b!tch is a people pleaser
She gon’ do anything so won’t nobody try to leave her
I’m hitting the door no matter what, bae, I don’t need a reason
I like foreigners, pretty-ass Puerto Ricans
26 12 s*it, real n!ggas know the meaning
I laugh at the fact that I got rich off dropping teasers
I’m MVP in this s*it, this is just my rookie season
I don’t gotta pay nobody s*it and I don’t gotta answer the phone
I’m off drank, not tryna be bothered, fu*k out my face, just leave me alone

Hoes my age don’t know what to do with me, I like my b!tches grown
Rockstar s*it, 2017 Post Malone, uh
I need cheese, I need cheese, I need provolone (I need cheese, I need cheese, I need cheese, I need cheese, I need cheese, I need cheese, I need cheese)
Just like the cops, we don’t need keys to get inside your home
That lil’ b!tch fu*k on all the rapper, all her n!ggas known (Her n!ggas known)
I told her, “Just to get to me, you must let doggy bone” (Let doggy bone)

[Bridge]
Mm-mm, mm-mm, believer (B!tch, you gotta let doggy bone)
That b!tch a non-believer (B!tch, you gotta let doggy bone)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, slatt, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm (B!tch, you wanna get to me, you gotta let doggy bone, uh)

[Chorus]
She ain’t for me, she for the streets, but I’m not mad at her
He wrecked ’bout a b!tch that we both hit and I just laughed at him
I cannot trust a ho for s*it, she gotta wear a tracker
I heard her n!gga called me broke, he got it ass backwards

[Outro]
Uh, uh, b!tch, broke, who? You got it ass backwards, slatt
I got it ass backwards, slatt
B!tch, you got it ass backwards, b!tch, you got it ass backwards, b!tch, you got it
A believer, uh
That b!tch a non-believer