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- Lil Baby We Should 歌詞
- Lil Baby
- S**t n**ga just goddamn snatched one of his daughters
Now she trippin
You telling me n**ga that aint burn out now
Whats up wheezy outta here
Started with a penny
Now its racked up to a million woo
Rappin rappin n**gas cant compare
They like my children yeah
I know b**ches tryna get to know a n**ga cause his digit
You a honda civic whipper
In my in what chameleon yeah
We should start a group and we can call it new edition
Maybe we can do it different
Prolly make a hundred million yeah
I come from a place between the bricks
Where it was hard at woo
Whenever I aint around they talking flauge
I had to fall back
Wrist a honda civic lamborghini arms lamborghini
We get plenty p**sy what nah-nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah-nah
Dont you call me with it dont you call me with it
Boss n**ga we dont talk bout chickens brr brr nah-nah-nah-nah
My rolls royce in the projects
They look at me like Im god
Dont ask me bout no such-and- such
Dont speak about no charge
I just stack my money different
Every ten go in a rubber band
Too much attention on these rappers
F**k it we gon whack their man
Some s**t I dont understand
I go get it I never ask
I dont condone that robbin
But if you slime suggest you wear a mask
Treat my n**gas and my b**ches all like players
Buy em all bags
Wish I wouldve answered for the homies that I cant call back
Started with a penny
Now its racked up to a million woo
Rappin rappin n**gas cant compare
They like my children yeah
I know b**ches tryna get to know a n**ga cause his digit
You a honda civic whipper
In my in what chameleon yeah
We should start a group
And we can call it new edition
Maybe we can do it different
Prolly make a hundred million yeah
I come from a place between the bricks
Where it was hard at woo
Whenever I aint around they talking flauge
I had to fall back
My dawg just lost his dawg into the system
It got me f**ked up
I cant tell him nothing negative
So I told him he gon luck up
Had a bittersweet birthday
Got a bad call in a rolls truck what
Red guts look watermelon
And spaghetti and some ketchup hey
All my n**gas leavin me
This s**t got me depressed woah
Thought he was gon wreck the maserati or the vette
But he on the yard with the old dawgs
They a wreck huh
I missed a court call what they said
No more fake text messages
Leave em all on read yeah
And this game some bulls**t
But they payin so I play it I play it
Cartier earrings act like I dont hear what they be sayin yeah
Keep that s* *t too solid
I spent millions on my family woo
None of that s**t promised
I pay cash I take chances woo
I dont understand nothing
I dont want no advance
Blood on these diamonds
They look good they dance
Big truck pull up like a blue ambulance
Started with a penny now its racked up to a million woo
Rappin rappin n**gas cant compare
They like my children yeah
I know b**ches tryna get to know a n**ga cause his digit
You a honda civic whipper
In my in what chameleon yeah
We should start a group and we can call it new edition
Maybe we can do it different
Prolly make a hundred million yeah
I come from a place between the bricks
Where it was hard at woo
Whenever I aint around they talking flauge
I had to fall back
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