Issue No 192 That S Not My Baby Lyrics
That's Not My Baby by Issue No. 192
I'm the one that she talk bout
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
Bad shots on the matrices
Bitch pretty looking at me like an actrice
You can try but it's gonn take practice
My whole styles shop like a ?
You have money then show it
That's your bitch, G know it
Where you're car is? Where you gonna go ?
Strip club nigga rain, nigga throw it
You made so more records boy
You ain't got love in the hood dog
My shutters cope back and you low
Mack on all black that been told
We have bottles you nigga
Come here and show me
Cuz my dick make bigger
Babe dance while I drink this liquor
And get high smoke cush my nigga
I'm the one that she talk bout
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
Where I'm from? From the jack, boy
East side, see 905, see on my labby boy
Big boy in the club with me
Couple wripers on my right with me
Play four with me, twenty five made it sense on the low with me
Two hundred in the bank, you wanna fuck with me
Buy you everything you wanna but the swag
But that's not my girl
Pour liquor on the tits, she freaky bitch with two rings in the glan
Fuck me good, well she's in a crazy fit
She get a nelly head deep while I smoke my shit
From the club high, we split high
Go get fucked up, this on one night
Now ex fill like a big ? baby don't get
I'm the one that she talk bout
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
I'm the one that she talk bout
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
Throwing money in the air my boy
No it's not my babe
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
Bad shots on the matrices
Bitch pretty looking at me like an actrice
You can try but it's gonn take practice
My whole styles shop like a ?
You have money then show it
That's your bitch, G know it
Where you're car is? Where you gonna go ?
Strip club nigga rain, nigga throw it
You made so more records boy
You ain't got love in the hood dog
My shutters cope back and you low
Mack on all black that been told
We have bottles you nigga
Come here and show me
Cuz my dick make bigger
Babe dance while I drink this liquor
And get high smoke cush my nigga
I'm the one that she talk bout
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
Where I'm from? From the jack, boy
East side, see 905, see on my labby boy
Big boy in the club with me
Couple wripers on my right with me
Play four with me, twenty five made it sense on the low with me
Two hundred in the bank, you wanna fuck with me
Buy you everything you wanna but the swag
But that's not my girl
Pour liquor on the tits, she freaky bitch with two rings in the glan
Fuck me good, well she's in a crazy fit
She get a nelly head deep while I smoke my shit
From the club high, we split high
Go get fucked up, this on one night
Now ex fill like a big ? baby don't get
I'm the one that she talk bout
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
I'm the one that she talk bout
I'm the one how make your bitch go crazy
That's me
Spinning all, it's not your fucking baby
Well it's not my baby, no not my baby
Throwing money in the air my boy
No it's not my babe