DaBaby – WAITRESS Lyrics

DaBaby – WAITRESS Lyrics

Waitress

WAITRESS


Yeah
Uh
That ain’t the baby that’s my baby
Ima let the beat build on this one
Get that baby off the street

Man f*ck all these n!gga* hating on me
Yesterday I f*cked a waitress
I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me

b!tch
Uh(7x)

HOOK
Yeah Man f*ck all these n!gga* hating on me
Yesterday I f*cked a waitress
I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me
And y’all ain’t talkin bout sh!t
She be tellin me to smile when she ride my d!ck
Young n!gga* going wild keep beggin for a hit
He be saying don’t argue big bruh put some paper on it

VERSE
n!gga* worrying about who greater
These n!gga* barely be makin a play in
I’m in the playoffs
I brought ya bae in
H0e ass n!gga* goin out like the Lakers
Haters
Hatin n!gga keep lookin
Rookie
I’m pullin up like Booker
p*ssy
Put that sh!t on my back like a throwback
Play with me cause I rap get a toe tag
n!gga I’m havin mo racks
This sh!t on the floor like a doormat
Yeah we gon f*ck on the floor she gon throwback
Yeah bout to pull out her wig need some mo tracks
What I pay for the crib n!gga don’t ask
Just know that I own it n!gga
Glock with a switch
Out with ya b!tch
f*ck around it be me
Be ready I’m tellin you I’m on it n!gga
(Baby better be ready I’m tellin you)

HOOK
Man f*ck all these n!gga* hating on me (Yeah)
Yesterday I f*cked a waitress
I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me (Let’s Go)
And y’all ain’t talkin bout sh!t
She be tellin me to smile when she ride my d!ck (Yeah)
Young n!gga* going wild keep beggin for a hit
He be saying don’t argue big bro put some paper on it

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VERSE
Y’all n!gga* better be ready for me
You ain’t gotta be scared just be ready
DMX done played in Belly
I got that heat out I go home Armageddon
I ain’t to rich to eat leftovers
Just told my bm to heat up a plate of spaghetti
I tried to backup the Maybach
But it was to close to the Lambo the sh!t didn’t let me
I got the fire in my right pocket
I got the rod in my left pocket
I’m not no boy I’m gon step harder
Beat yo lil ass like yo step father
I’m on the road b!tch I’m way better
I f*ck the same H0es as Floyd Mayweather
I hop on the road and go make chedda
She ate on my pole cause I taste better
Like mm-hmm (3x)

HOOK
Man f*ck all these n!gga* hating on me (Yeah)
Yesterday I f*cked a waitress
I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me (Let’s Go)
And y’all ain’t talkin about sh!t
She be tellin me to smile when she ride my d!ck (Yeah)
Young n!gga* going wild keep beggin for a hit
He be saying don’t argue big bro put some paper on it

b!tch
Huh
f*ck all these n!gga* hatin on me
Go