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Shawty Putt – Dat Baby Dont Look Like Me Lyrics

SHAWTY PUTT
Dat Baby Dont Look Like Me Lyrics

[Maury Intro:]
Dat Baby Don’t Look Like Me Like Me [x13]

Dat Baby Ain’t Mine
I’m Sorry
Bitch You Heard Maury
I ain’t buyin no car seat and I ain’t finna take care of no freeak
U ain’t get no note’s so I might check
And I will pay for that DNA test
I ain’t buyin no huggie’s
Don’t dress him like me dat ain’t my lil buddy
Dem ain’t my lips and dem ain’t my eyes
You can keep dem big pictures and da wallet size
Dat baby got a big nose girl look at mine’s
You can play blind but you need to stop tryin
You can stop cryin girl you can stop cryin
You done picked da wrong one baby this time
It ain’t my problem shawty I can’t smell ya
Take him by my momma house girl she’ll tell ya

Dat Baby Don’t look like me like me [x8]

Naw [x5]
That baby look just like da reggae sean paul
And between me and you… On da low low
All dat curly hair, that baby look like polow
I’m tryi’na tell u I ain’t dat baby’s pappy
He way too crunk ya beta try Lil Scrappy
Now I might be high but da mo I look at him Shawty look like T.I.
I can’t lie we was doing our thang

[Maury Intro:]
Dat Baby Don’t Look Like Me Like Me [x11]

Dat Baby Ain’t Mine
I’m Sorry
Bitch you heard Maury
I ain’t buyin no car seat and I ain’t finna take care of no Bree’s
U ain’t get no note’s so I might check
And I wil pay for a DNA test
I ain’t buyin no huggie’s
Don’t dress him like me dat ain’t my lil buddy
Dem ain’t my lips and dem ain’t my eyes
You can keep dem big pictures and da wallet size
Dat baby got a big nose girl look at mine’s
You can play blind but girl you need to stop tryin
You can stop cryin girl you can stop cryin
You done pick da wromg one baby this time
It ain’t my problem girl I can’t smell ya
Take him to my momma house girl she’ll tell you

Dat Baby Don’t look like me like me [x8]

Naw [x5]
That baby look just like da reggae sean paul
Between me and you… On da low low
Only dat cruddy baby look like polow
I’m tryi’na tell u I ain’t dat baby’s paddy
Dat baby to cronk u beta try Lil Scrappy
Na I might be high but da mo I look at him Shawty look like T.I.
I can’t lie we was doing I’ll thang
But dats a nappy head baby you beta try T-Pain
Naw man I can’t claim him
I’m light skinned that baby black like Akon him
When I beat we ain’t go beat da meat
Beta call Petey Pablo ain’t he say yo name a freak a leak
Should try Gucci Mane Bitch he might be But dat baby don’t look like me

Dat baby don’t look like me like me[x8]

[Maury Show Ending]

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Lil Scrappy Distance Himself From Bobby V After New Transgenders Video Surfaced

Lil Scrappy is distancing himself from Bobby Valentino after being caught on video partying with the R&B singer and a group of transgender.

Bobby Valentino came under fire this week after a known transgender posted a video showing the singer fleeing her apartment. She justified her action saying that he refused to pay her for her services. Bobby V has since issued a statement saying that he had no idea that she was a transgender and also claimed that he was being extorted for money because he is a celebrity.

A day after that video was published, another video surfaced online showing Bobby Valentino and Lil Scrappy partying with a group of females that are allegedly transgender. Scrappy went on Instagram live to defend himself while distancing himself from Bobby V, pretty much throwing his collaborator under the bus. “I don’t know… what he like, what he don’t like,” Scrappy said. “I ain’t never did all that. I just did music with homie. And I ain’t on here trying to talk down on another man, trying to put myself on a pedestal. Y’all know that’s just not what I do.”

Both the Love and Hip Hop Atlanta star and Bobby V have previously collaborated on the single “Sucka 4 Luv.” During his Instagram Live session, Lil Scrappy also said that he checked baby photos before he started dating a new female and he also said that the females in the video were not transgenders.

#LilScrappy was with #Bobbyvalentino and a couple of trannys ???? #MyMixtapez

A post shared by MyMixtapez (@mymixtapez) on Aug 1, 2017 at 7:02pm PDT

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Talib Kweli & Styles P – Last Ones (The Seven Album)

(Yeah)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s up, what’s happenin, what’s up?)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
These haters prayin’ they can celebrate the last one’s death
None of them niggas in my class that couldn’t pass one test
But that’s what happens when you rappin’ on a [?] depth
I never chat shit
The flow bat-shit, it’s major league
Major Keys like Khaled (it’s accurate)
Recognize a dime when you pass it
With this weapon I’s rhymin’, I’m an assassin
Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards
Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)
You say a prayer for the dying men
Looking for that pleasure but you findin’ sin
Can’t be scared to take a loss if you tryin’ to win

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Recognize greatness, tenacious
Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
MCs on the dinner menu and I ain’t ate shit
Who’s the entree? I’m a giant like Andre
You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm’s way
These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs
Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide
Playing hide and seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
Popular, hook philosopher since knee high
Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
You ain’t hearing me, higher power preparing me
To have a higher power in rap for transparency
I’m clear to you, I’m here with you
High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones)

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Paint it like I’m JJ, for real I’m not for play play
If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae
I’m smashin’ ’em if you askin’ ’em what’s happenin’ and they say
I’m original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey
Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say
I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae
A spark like a melee, feelings I don’t placate
Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say
Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
I’ll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate
O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say
Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin’
Nah, pay what you want (cough it up), but you ain’t the homie, now you don’t know me
Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff
Or the stick you use for measurin’, way too sick for medicine

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)

[Verse 4: Styles P]
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
Hatin’ cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
‘Bout peace but I’ma grab my mask tonight
Man standin’, I’ma be the last one right
I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with ’em
Smoke watch stars and go on the line with ’em, ghost

[Outro]
Oh, that my words were written
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
Think about these things