Demeulemeester Lyrics

Lil' baby show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas

Lil' baby show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas

If I put you in that Meulemeester, don't go change in It

She like Lelo what you do to me I say your name different

I got pockets, he got pockets too, but ain't no change in them

she got problems, I got problems too, like Yin and Yang nigga

We like Yin and Yang nigga

Dawg will show you what that yop do, so David Blaine nigga

David Blaine nigga

We outside like we tryna make the block tilt

She got to grabbin' on my jeans and my pop spilt

Fuck a cash app, nigga how yo guap built

Say the word and I can show you who is not real

I just pulled up with my twin, it's like I duplicated

She just pulled up with her friend, it's like she duplicated

If you my brother, I don't give a fuck how you related

Only family where I be at, like the view was gated

We got pros, shows, poles, I don't hit her phone

Now she tellin' me I'm slow and it's fuck me

yeah

How the fuck is you the catch when you the one that's tryna fuck me

Yeah, baby, make it make sense

How the fuck is he my opp when he can't even make rent

I said I'm goin' up this year and I ain't even make lent

My fate rich, rap money, I don't need to take risks

She a ten if she fuck with New Detroit

Ain't no tellin' what that shit'll do to boy

You a lame and that shit ain't do the choice

I scream, fuck the opps until I lose my voice, yeah

Mm-mm, New Detroit, nigga

Baby tell me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas

Baby show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas

Lil' baby, show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas

If I put you in that Meulemeester don't go change in it

She like, Lelo, what you do to me? I say your name different

I got pockets, he got pockets too, but ain't no change in them

She got problems, I got problems too, like Yin and Yang, nigga

Mm-mm, we like Yin and Yang, nigga

Dawg will show you what that yop do, so David Blaine, nigga

Mm-mm, so David Blaine, nigga

We outside like we tryna make the block tilt

She got the grabbin' on my jeans and my pop spilt

Fuck a cash app, lil nigga, how your guap built

Say the word and I can show you who is not real