Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Baby’ by Abra Cadabra. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Abra Cadabra or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Come, come on
I murda people for fun
Murda unnuh bumboclaut for fun
(Rxckson)
Sho, sho, sho you know
Problem 8 be in the building serving shit
O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers, 10 times, you know
Cat, free the O
Baby, you ain’t gotta hold my strap (nuh)
Tek, tek time, just cool, turn ’round and bend over
Hold this this tac (ayy hold this tac)
I don’t wan’ get cuffed, you don’t wan’ get cuffed
Miss me with dat (miss me with dat)
I lead her and the puss-puss swell on her
Just one gyal, I got plenty gyal
Man a real badman, if yuh understand
So for real badman yuh affi arch your back
She said, hold the net like I’m chokin’ her
Same time while I’m strokin’ her (yeah)
After I go opp block and I beat it off
More time I basin’ off at hers (skkrt, skkrt, bop, bop)
That’s another opp boy in critical
Anytime I hear that one of them dropped
Bill his yute and two step, minimal
I was on the other side with my killys in the ride
Tryna bun any opp that I heard of (bop)
We don’t wan’ get bird off (nuh)
Or one of dem haffi turn off
Driller, really on violence
If I bun him then I definitely done it on purpose
Slap corn, mek man hit the surface
Remember when gyally used to turf us?
Now they wan’ buss it for me
Baby gyal come buss it for me (yeah)
I ain’t spendin’ a penny, she gon’ buss it for free
Bare gyal, on my life I could buss you my G
Watch your bumper, watch how it’s jumpin’ for me
Freaky brownskin mad over me (yeah)
I can’t lie, mi ah mad over freaks
Let’s f*ck, you ain’t even gotta lock the machine
Baby, you ain’t gotta hold my strap (nuh)
Tek, tek, tek time, just cool, turn ’round and bend over
Hold this this tac (ayy hold this tac)
I don’t wan’ get cuffed, you don’t wan’ get cuffed
Miss me with dat (miss me with dat)
I lead her and the puss-puss swell on her
Just one gyal, I got plenty gyal
Man a real badman, if yuh understand
So for real badman yuh affi arch your back
She said, hold the net like I’m chokin’ her
Same time while I’m strokin’ her (yeah)
After I go opp block and I beat it off
More time I basin’ off at hers (skkrt, skkrt, bop, bop)
That’s another opp boy in critical
Anytime I hear that one of them dropped
Bill his yute and two step, minimal
Lowe me when I’m flexin’
(Lowe me when I’m flexin’)
You can get bullet holes for cheap (bop)
Or shank wounds to the chest
Cah this 22-inch, it rolls with me (whoosh)
Don’t think you won’t get stretched out cah everyone knows in me
Back then Shantay didn’t know in me, why so cool? Cah
Now they wan’ buss it for me
Baby gyal come buss it for me
I ain’t spendin’ a penny, she gon’ buss it for free
Bare gyal, on my life I could buss you my G
Watch your bumper, watch how it’s jumpin’ for me
Freaky brownskin mad over me (woi-oi)
I can’t lie, mi ah mad over freaks
Let’s f*ck, you ain’t even gotta lock the machine
Baby, you ain’t gotta hold my strap (nuh)
Tek, tek, tek time, just cool, turn ’round and bend over
Hold this this tac (ayy hold this tac)
I don’t wan’ get cuffed, you don’t wan’ get cuffed
Miss me with dat (miss me with dat)
I lead her and the puss-puss swell on her
Just one gyal, I got plenty gyal
Man a real badman, if yuh understand
So for real badman yuh affi arch your back
She said, hold the net like I’m chokin’ her
Same time while I’m strokin’ her (yeah)
After I go opp block and I beat it off
More time I basin’ off at hers (skkrt, skkrt, bop, bop)
That’s another opp boy in critical
Anytime I hear that one of them dropped
Bill his yute and two step, minimal
(Rxckson)