Chords for Quality Control, Lil Baby, & DaBaby - "Baby" (Official Music Video)

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_ We be out of here, we be out of here
I pray the judge get a boy a butt so I can pop [G] it
Look, I told you multiple times, take out the trash
If I gotta tell you [Gm] again, you're fired Yeah, alright
Take out the trash _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Hey man, _ come over here _ _
_ You got something for me?
Why you come work for me?
I got [Dm] a job for you
We be using the hood, selling bags, showing choppers
Out and fucking around the traffic going, Lisa Hill the cop
I know that car, you be ready bro
Baby, really your problem, somebody gotta stop
A man on here that's watching too hard, I think they got binoculars
Every nigga with me on go, can't ain't no stopping us
Niggas acting like they got the back, I'm trying to stop it up
Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
All you gotta do is say smoke, then we popping up
Baby got streets on hold, he ain't drop yet
I been going hard, it's gonna be hard for you to top that
I make it look easy, but this shit really a project
I'm really a million, they'll steal in the project
Baby putting on for the city, baby he the realest
Baby probably got a couple million, baby having four or five killers
Baby got children, baby probably still a drug dealer
Baby ain't a trapper, he a robber, baby making classes
Baby in the hood, can't act, baby keeping real with his people
Baby like a preacher, baby probably still selling real
Baby probably still got them bows
I told my bitch in favor, but I still got the hoes
Baby getting jiggy, stage with the glizzy
Baby CEO, he shake the game like he did it
You would think it's Mardi Gras, got these bitches showing titties
And I ain't throwing beads, pull them bitches weed
I'm stalling bitches out, I'm a dog that she'll flee
And when I fuck a doggy style, the only time I'm on my [D] knees _
Hey, [A] como esta Miami amigos?
[Am] Hey man, look, fuck [E] all that, I don't understand [Bm] that
Y'all need to keep your shit English, homie
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English, okay, okay, okay
Where is the money?
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_ Where is the money, man?
Nah, your boy is big, ain't he?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's big
You got the money, you got the product It's close _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ comidito, _ _ _ _ _ you're [Dm] the next baby
I barely wanna hit her, gotta beg and baby plead
I tell her, bitch, shut up, you bout to fuck my nut up
The label CEO keep begging me to keep the gun up
They know, you play with baby, baby beat him cut up
Probably playing WIFI on the FaceTime with Johnny
I told him, I's Marissa, I like to hold my fist up
How they brought a baby in me and they getting his dicks up
Why he keep the fire and throw them poles in every picture?
Cause nigga
Baby putting on for the city, baby he the realest
Baby probably got a couple million, baby having four or five killers
Baby got children, baby probably still drug dealing
Baby ain't even try to do a lot, baby make it classic
Baby in the hood, can't act, baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a piece of, baby probably still sell real _ _ _ _ _ _
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