- Lil Baby Solid 歌詞
- Lil Baby
- Mmm
Mmm-mmm
Yeah, f*ck it, let me pop my sh*t one time
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two- sided cause I dont got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told em that I got a mil
You can get whatever if you ask me, you aint gotta steal
My lil woadie said he fightin demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
Ima be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches, thats why I wear a trench coat
Damn near f*cked my life gamblin, bet it all on tenfold
Rap get slow, Im sellin lows, cant get caught with no skinny ho
Cant get caught with no ho at all, b*tch, dont slam my door that hard
I pull up like, 'Oh my Lawd,' she gon shop, she hold my card
Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin off
If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
I done took the game, put it in a lock, I aint even try
Lookin like a lick, tryna play slick, n*gga, youll die
Comin from the bricks, I aint had sh*t, now the new Coupe 125
Yeah
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided cause I dont got to give (Ha, ha)
Rockin real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
Yeah
Do it for my family, my fans, f*ck how n* ggas feel
Told em it was my turn, Im guessing that times here
Skeleton my Cartier, makin sure my time pure
If you were not here when we was thuggin, you cant come round here
Hard work, my grind real, Im dedicated to get this paper
He okay, hes been a hater, I dont know why he mad at me
I wont let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
He better be lucky that I aint out here just bad rappin
High speed, gettin in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
I invested in the West, their n*ggas know Ive sold my d *pe there
Pretty p*ssy, no hair, she dont like when I put it in my song
So I cant go there, but she know I like to go there
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided cause I dont got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away , so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told em that I got a mil
You can get whatever if you ask me, you aint gotta steal
My lil woadie said he fightin demons , feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
Whats happenin, TT?
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