Lil Baby - Okay (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Lil Baby - Okay (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Why the fuck they put my
business on the blogs?
Sisters know they never
gotta get a job
Brodie said he rather
spin shit and rob
Damn dawg, he ain't playing dawg
That's your plan dawg?
This your man dawg, fuck both
of them, I want 'em all gone
Shit been get shaky, I'm staying
where I'm safe at
Couple spots, I don't
know where I stay at
Why would you play and you
know we don't play that?
Flipping words when you
know I ain't say that
I been good, so I'm guessing
it's paid back
Smoking woods in the
back of the Maybach
I'm the hero, so they gotta face that
Hit Dior, where the fuck
is my cape at?
I'm on a other one, bought another
cup, then another one
Bank account likе I just
won a settlement
Sippin Wock', I'm addictеd to medicine
Pockets on elephant, large
I get two pretty women to come
kick it with me at the penthouse,
we'll have a ménage
I'll go in any nigga city, bunch of killers
with, me everybody got a rod
Swear I'll nod off 'fore I fall off,
this that drank talk, oh yeah
Fifteen foreign cars when
I pop out, I run ATL
When I get older, I might
have back problems, these
Cuban links big as hell
I done fucked M's up with these lawyers
tryna get my niggas outta jail
Five hundred racks for a bond, do
whatever for brodie, we came
up from cars that was stolen
Before it drop, I'ma have it, on
top of this fashion, I'm staying
in touch with the owners
You stab me right in my back when
you could've just asked me what
happened, when you be disloyal
We sharing all of this shit, from
the money, to cars, to the hoes,
it don't matter the order
One of my niggas got out and another
one in, so I'm getting sick
and tired of that order
I see you drowning, I'm coming
to help you, I'm risking it
all, I'ma die in that water
I'm rich as fuck, I can
do what I wanna
Came over sober, she
left here a stoner
She know she fell asleep inside
the condo, but I fuck her like
I'm fresh up off the corner
I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways
Poppin' half a half, I'm up for a day
Oh you getting money now? Okay
Tell him don't play with you, okay
I'm proud of you, you supposed
to be proud of me too
I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I sure improved
I'm the one and not the two, yeah
Lot of money on you now, yeah
Shit together, gotta count, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah
Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah
You can't sit and wait around, yeah
Gotta get up and get out, yeah
You gotta get this shit now, yeah
I got a Cullinan 'cause
I just wanted one
I run up a check and look
out for my brother son
I asked DeDe Trig and that
nigga was stuttering
I knew him for years and he
don't know my government
You can't come around if you
keep on recording me
I'm trappin', you trappin',
that shit be a tournament
Voice of the trenches, nah,
I couldn't be a journalist
I pour up a cup with the
niggas who murder
But I ain't gon' hold you, nigga
had told what I told
Niggas be using emotions,
saying I'm bogus
I was just down on my back, I couldn't
send cash, I wrote you
My brother did ten, got
out of jail, I'm glow
I take care of my block, I'm 'posed to
I'm done fucking hoes who local
Pop me a ten, I ain't feel it
I gotta go boot up another dose
Ask, can I leave them streets alone?
Bro went to jail, and
I got him a phone
Just 'cause he think 'cause
he lost his motion
My brother think he ain't coming home
Fentanyl and felonies getting you gone
I switch on a nickel,
I feel like a stone
The niggas who died, I never respond
I'm slapping the bitches
who don't listen to Von
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