Desiigner – BAKIN

Desiigner – BAKIN Lyrics
BAKIN Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
(Whoo Kid)
Yeah, yeah
Bakin’, bakin’, bakin’, bakin’
(Just bring me a pack of Backwoods and a slushie)

Chorus
Lil’ mama hot and she pretty (Pretty)
Make a lot of bands in the city (In the city)
She got a Bentley and a Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
She playin’ hard to get inside the kitty (Inside the kitty)
I make a lot of money, like Diddy (Diddy)
And I got the power, like 50 (Like 50)
Yeah, I keep the real ones with me, huh
Yeah, I keep some real ones with me, huh
I got a lot of money and I’m patient, huh
And I like your broad, she basic
Got a newer bitch and shе like to taste it, huh
Peanut buttеr nigga, her favorite
Yeah, my niggas got it out the basement, huh
Rollie on my arm, two faces, huh
Shoutout to my cuz, blue faces, huh
Shoutout to the bloods, do facelifts (Woo)

Verse
Bakin’, bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’)
I’m hottin’ up, yeah, I keep bakin’, huh
Lil’ mama get in my spaceship
I get a lot of cash, like poker chips, huh
If you reach for it, I go for the hip
You don’t wanna play, I got the uzi clip
Slidin’ over cars on some movie shit
The way that she lip lock, huh
Sucking on my cock, huh
Baby, I don’t want you to stop, huh
Baby, I don’t want you to stop
You fuck with the opp block, huh
We gone just throw shots, huh
Give fuck ‘bout no cops, huh
Give fuck ‘bout no cops, huh
Chorus
Lil’ mama hot and she pretty
Make a lot of bands in the city
She got a Bentley and a Lamborghini
She playin’ hard to get inside the kitty (Inside the kitty)
I make a lot of money, like Diddy (Diddy)
And I got the power, like 50 (Like 50)
Yeah, I keep the real ones with me, huh
Yeah, I keep some real ones with me, huh
I got a lot of money and I’m patient, huh
And I like your broad, she basic
Got a newer bitch and she like to taste it, huh
Peanut butter nigga, her favorite
Yeah, my niggas got it out the basement, huh
Rollie on my arm, two faces, huh
Shoutout to my cuz, blue faces, huh
Shoutout to the bloods, do facelifts (Woo)

Outro
Bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’)
What’s bakin’?

Tiimmy Turner (Remix) – Desiigner Feat. Kanye West


Tiimmy Turner (Remix) – Desiigner Feat. Kanye West
Letras da musica:
(Desiigner):::
Tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on bet
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for bet
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on bet
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for bet
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy turner

(Kanye West):::
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don’t never show me the love?
Jesus shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
Nobody cared that you made it work
All of the talkin’ just made it worse
Tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner ‘bout to leave
The block burnt up
And look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don’t ask from help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I’m the new steve, mixed with ali
‘bout to get freed, I’m the new walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y’all
Cause tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up

(Desiigner):::
Tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on bet
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for bet
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on bet
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for bet
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, tiimmy, tiimmy turner