Yes Indeed – Lil Baby (Testo)
Testo Yes Indeed Lil Baby Ecco il Testo Yes Indeed Lil Baby, la nuova canzone di Lil Baby. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Yeah Wheezy outta here The dash, it's digi', the schedule busy My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie Life is amazin', it is what it should be Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie I tell her, look up, 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's Booked for three years, man you can't even book me It's me and Lil' Baby, this shit goin' crazy Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady The foreign is yellow, like Tracee and K.D I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie When I started out, I just took what they gave me Did all the favors, they never repaid me It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me Brand new whip, got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like yes, indeed Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves Twenty-five hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s Me and Drake 'bout to drop man, this shit gon' go crazy They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement A million, all hundreds, it make em 'go crazy Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I'm Lil' Baby Brand new whip, got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like yes, indeed Me and my dawg goin' all the way When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate Brand new whip, got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like yes, indeed Me and my dawg goin' all the way When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate Wheezy outta here
Never Recover – Lil Baby (Testo)
Testo Never Recover Lil Baby Ecco il Testo Never Recover Lil Baby, la nuova canzone di Lil Baby. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, yeah Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) Yeah, ayy, look I bring up money, they change up the topic I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket She gave me her number, now I gotta block it I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him I wanna be there when somebody catches him I want a witness to see that shit (Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap) I bring up hits and they change up the topic I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin' They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it You told a story like shorty was feelin' you She told a story like she split the bill with you Look at my story, man, no one could write it Now I see a million, I don't get excited I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way Cannot be seen in that shit from the other day Virgil just sent me a whole different colorway Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another You niggas fell off and you'll never recover Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double Hit Eliantte and left with a puddle It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble Run up my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother Painted all black, the interior butter I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter Found me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a supper My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin' Sound like it could be Drip Season this summer Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun The police in shock, don't know who got a gun Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan It's winter, I still took the top off the don The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun Cuban link look like a box of crayons I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don't fuck with y'all type of kind I done seen all y'all dick ride Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates And I swear to God, I don't get tired From the trenches, now I'm goin' Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers That 4X4 truck, I post 300 Boy, at whoever, they know how I'm comin' Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money Treat every club like a Magic on Monday Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper Lately, I been the topic of discussion Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher If she tell me "No" once, I won't even touch it All I do is get her out here, abortion Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin' Drizzy hit me up like he got another one Money ain't even came in from the other one Fuck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up Seem like everything I get on a number one They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don't fuck with y'all type of kind I done seen all y'all dick ride Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates And I swear to God, I don't get tired From the trenches, now I'm goin' Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) You seen the overseas drip?