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- Lil Baby Hurtin 歌詞
- Lil Baby
- Cook that s**t up Quay
What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom
Let's go
Gotta beat the odds
I'm tryna blend in
Blend
Hit that boy so many times he made CNN
Fear of God pants
I don't fear men
Pull up in an old-school
The fifty in the rear end big dawg
Takin' chances gettin' packs and tryna get 'em back
I watched the law take my bro
I'm tryna get him back
I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked
Ain't gettin' into that
I try to tell 'em facts
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worstest I ain't have to rehearse this
Made me who I am I'm gettin' bands I'm breakin' curses
Trap spot do six figures still got sheets f**k curtains
Excuse me as I go off
Have flashbacks in my verses I'm tellin' you
I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em
Beefin' with my partners
Do a n***a like I never knew him
F**ked around and seen her with a n***a
I woulda never knew it
Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do
But I don't ever do it yeah
Beefin' with myself
Keep on wanting syrup but knowin' it don't help
It don't
It's like I got money to please everybody else
They act like they with you but I'm knowin' they don't care
They in it for self
Yeah
I got it for sale if it's rollin'
Rollin'
I got out of jail and I showed 'em
Showed 'em
Couple b***hes know they wish they would've held it down
It feel like they build me up try to tear me down
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
I gotta stay solid
I grew up 'round d**e boys
I don't need no stylist
I got grown man money
Can't be actin' childish
No childish
I been through too much s**t barely even smile
Huh
Sippin' on this bale
I wish bro was with me now
Now
It was time that we'll go broke
We'll pick a play and take 'em down
Kick me when I'm down when I get up
I'll prolly s**t on you
I can't even lie I'll prolly see 'em
I just spit on them
These pieces I got lit on me this piece I got gon' hit on men
I ain't ever did no fraud but I'm known for pullin' cards
Ask about me in my neighborhood
I'm known for goin' hard
I've been bustin' on that glizzy
Ever since I had got robbed
Bah-bah bah-bah
I done really beat the odds
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worstest
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