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freestyle lyrics lil baby Song In English

freestyle lyrics lil baby Song In English Lil Baby Lyrics


Singer Lil Baby
Singer Lil Baby
Music Lil Baby
Song Writer Lil Baby

DaVinci Yeah Shot a ho, I’ll go see him, I ain’t no tired ho,

4PF Know what I’m saying? It’s time to put this up Yeah [Verse]

Shoutout my label, that’s me I’m in this bitch with TB I’m in this bitch with

4 Trey I just poured up me an eight Real nigga all in my face Five hundred racks

in my safe Five hundred racks to the plug What you know ’bout showin’ love? What you know ‘

bout pullin’ up in Bentley trucks? Make these bitches fall in love All of my niggas

on go None of my niggas no hoes All of my niggas want smoke All of my niggas

together We came from the bottom, we used to wear each other’s clothes None of

my niggas gon’ fold Couple pussy niggas told They ain’t my niggas no more Hold it

down for the four In the nine with the woes Marlo my dawg, that’s for sure We won’t

fall out about shit Specially not ’bout no bitch We ain’t gone fall out ’bout hoes Me and

Ced get them loads We let ’em go for the low I got my hood in control I got my left wrist

on froze I got my right wrist on froze I got my necklace on froze Both of my ears on froze

I been gettin’ faded, I’m sippin’ on maple If she won’t fuck, I won’t make her I don’t like

bitches with makeup If she want titties, I pay for ’em Get outta there when I wake up

I pass the ball, I don’t layup I’m a big boss, I got say so They’ll wipe you down

if I say so Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos .40’s, on .40’s, on .40’s

I just bought me some new water Wetter than Katrina, shoutout New Orleans

I made a promise my niggas gon’ ball Hard in the paint, change my name to John

Wall Geekin’ off trees like a leaf in the fall Find a new plug then we takin’ em all

Pull up in a brand new Benz truck Hop out fresher than a menthol Lil nigga,

but I’m big dawg All I gotta make is one call Hit a nigga block, took off Cross

a nigga up, Hot Sauce Ooh, I got ’em mad, my fault Talkin’ ’bout the shit that

I bought Poppin’ these Percs, I done turned to a savage Hundred racks stuffed in

the mattress Hundred racks stuffed in the attic Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa

These niggas play gangster, but they won’t approach me I know they’ll never approach

me They know that they’ll catch a bullet I rock the gang to the fullest I run with some real ones,

I don’t hang with no pussies I ain’t no killer, don’t push me I see how you niggas be lookin’

I hope you don’t think you no bully I’m livin’ the life, I should star in a movie Ridin’ in a Vert

with an Uzi 12 get behind me, I lose ’em They tryin’ guess what I’m doin’ They tryin’ guess who

I’m screwin’ That ain’t even they business They ain’t wanna fuck with me Now they see a nigga

drippin’ Now they wanna fuck with me They can’t get in touch with me Hardly ever in the city

They just know I’m gettin’ bigger They just know a nigga busy I been runnin’ up them digits [Outro] Yeah