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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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