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- Lil Baby Ready 歌詞
- Gunna Lil Baby
- Metro Boomin want some more n***a more more more
In that fast thing speedin through the city
Skrrt skrrt
Panoramic brain and my dash digi dash digi
Motherf**k the fame all my n***as litty
Lit
Backwood to the face I dont smoke no philly
Nah
Drip drippin sauce like Im chili chili
Sauce
Let that mink hang to the floor when its chilly chilly
I got three big booty broads at the telly telly
The telly
And they know from the start who was ready
I cant f**k with none of yall n* **as
Yall disgust me
When you with your maggot a*s friends
Dont discuss me
FN with extended clip
I hope them try to rush me
I hear em sayin such and such
A n***a aint gon touch me
Big body benz
Member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin w**d when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin other n***as
They dont like me
Made her eat it up she told her friend
He gon wife me
All my n***as thoroughbred
Dont f**k with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down road and on rice street
Rice street
In that fast thing
Speedin through the city skrrt skrrt
Panoramic brain and my dash digi dash digi
Motherf**k the fame
All my n** *as litty
Lit
Backwood to the face
I dont smoke no philly philly
Nah
Drip drippin sauce like Im chili chili
Sauce
Let that mink hang to the floor when its chilly chilly
I got three big booty broads at the telly the telly
Telly
And they know from the start who was ready
Ready
Put some fine b***hes in margiel-ys
Margiel-y
Two new glass tinted these baguette-y s baguette-y
Aint gon bash you b***hes
I aint petty
Nah
Just know we f**kin
We aint goin steady
Goin steady
I dont wanna sleep
I need more addys
Need more addy
I aint have no kid but Im her daddy
Im her daddy
Better shake her a*s like its magic
Like its magic
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage look like cabbage yeah
Carats everywhere Im a rabbit
Im a rabbit
I aint shawty Lo but whats happenin
Whats happenin
We was taught to go keep that cannon
That cannon
Im on f **kin go I cant panic
I cant panic
In that fast thing speedin through the city skrrt skrrt
Panoramic brain and my dash digi
Dash digi
Motherf**k the fame all my n***as litty litty
Lit
Backwood to the face I dont smoke no phily
Nah
Drip drippin sauce like Im chili chili
Sauce
Let that mink hang to the floor when its chilly chilly
Its chilly
I got three big booty broads at the
Telly the telly telly
And they know from the start who was ready
Money conversations check my feng shui
I buy dolce gabbana chanel a month straight
Supermodel her body gon be my entree
I been runnin with hitters
My youngins gun slang
Cars up to date brand new wraith
My life circle mines aint straight
Bills aint late paid no notes
I aint no joke they want smoke
We exotic start a riot we gon ride
223s drakes outside
We dont get tired we gon die
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