Baguettey Songtext
von Yella Beezy

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mano
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
OG Parker


Okay, hey, baguettey, baguettey, hey
Check out the Patek, soft like spaghetti
Confetti, confetti
Lil′ mama is ready, ass shaking like jelly
Hey, my pasta is deli
Ice on my necklace, my ice is so heavy
Hey, don't call on my ′telly
All eyes on a nigga like I'm Makaveli, hey
Get ready, get ready
Run a couple plays up on my celly
Ain't shit you can tell me
′Bout my motherfuckin′ fade and my fetti, hey
Get deep in your belly
Can't fuck with you, bitch, if you petty, you petty
These rap niggas jealous
Rockin′ out with my baguettey, baguetteys


Damn right, wrong
That's right, I′m on, hey
You beef, you gone
Your brains blown, hey
Lil' bitch so sexy
We freak real long
Got down with the textin′
We gettin' it on
I'm tryna come bone, hey
Girl, mine is so long (I swear)
Dripped down in cologne
Until your spinal is gone (Goddamn)
Go buy me some bows
And later, go buy me some clothes (Ooh-wee)
Drip down on you hoes
I′ma drip down on you hoes (Ooh)
Got the baguettey, peace
I drip water, sheesh, hey
That bitch daughter a freak (Freak)
Gave me a hard-on, skeet (Skeet)
Yeah, beep (Beep)
I′m untamed, off the leash (Leash)
Yella drip hard on the beat

Okay, yeah, baguettey, baguettey, hey
Check out the Patek, soft like spaghetti
Confetti, confetti
Lil' mama is ready, ass shaking like jelly
Hey, my pasta is deli
Ice on my necklace, my ice is so heavy
Hey, don′t call on my 'telly
All eyes on a nigga like I′m Makaveli, hey
Get ready, get ready
Run a couple plays up on my celly
Ain't shit you can tell me
′Bout my motherfuckin' fade and my fetti, hey
Get deep in your belly
Can't fuck with you, bitch, if you petty, you petty
These rap niggas jealous
Rockin′ out with my baguettey, baguetteys

That Cuban baguettey (Baguettey)
Wet like I done used myself (Excuse me)
Don′t need no help (Uh-uh)
All these pounds, I move myself (Watch out)
Three hundred grams (Grams)
Man, my piece came all off pounds (Gas)
Don't make no sounds (Shh)
Hands in the air, nigga, face on the ground (Give me that)
Watch my bracelet (Bracelet)
Necklace wet, her nigga can′t take it (Ugh)
AP bracelet (Bracelet)
Rockin' out the Rollie, we gon′ change the faces
Ooh, nigga, we jeweled up
Man, these bitches gon' choose up (Choose up)
Jimmy Choo′d up
Double cup, bitch, I'm screwed up (Screwed up)
Make it look easy (Easy)
Chill, lil' bitch, might let you meet Beezy (Beezy)
Ooh, take it a lil′ easy (Easy)
Tryna keep up, boy, that shit look cheesy

Okay, yeah, baguettey, baguettey, hey
Check out the Patek, soft like spaghetti
Confetti, confetti
Lil′ mama is ready, ass shaking like jelly
Hey, my pasta is deli
Ice on my necklace, my ice is so heavy
Hey, don't call on my ′telly
All eyes on a nigga like I'm Makaveli, hey
Get ready, get ready
Run a couple plays up on my celly
Ain′t shit you can tell me
'Bout my motherfuckin′ fade and my fetti, hey
Get deep in your belly
Can't fuck with you, bitch, if you petty, you petty
These rap niggas jealous
Rockin' out with my baguettey, baguetteys

Mano
OG Parker