Lil Baby - Forget That (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Baby - Forget That (en) Lyrics
My diamonds hit harder
when the light off
I ride private to my shows,
just a write-off
This beat from murda (murda)
Got a thousand pounds for a thousand,
buy them bitches now
First they tried to steal my style,
now they tryna steal my sound
Thank god, I ain't been
broke in a while
Do what I do to
a t, you my child
I left the bitch in the
field and she sour
Move like a ghost in my
town, I got power
Reach for a chain on my
neck, hear a baow
I'm hittin' 'em hard, make
'em throw in the towel
Don't get 'em started, if you
ask me, I'm the hardest
Ain't come to play with these
boys, I ain't carti
Amg big body, sound
like it farted
I hurt they feelings, ain't
telling' 'em sorry
These niggas boring, I'm
on some more shit
Hundred racks spent on my
teeth, I like flossin'
Ran up ten million and still
ain't get cocky
Fuck your opinion, don't
need it, I'm poppin'
Told all the bros catch an
opp, then he droppin'
Everyone hot on my
label, got options
Send your deposit, we
come to rock shit
Breakin' in cars, my lil'
bro like a locksmith
That nigga throw it up,
he on them roxies
Why you keep buyin' these chains
and these watches?
How can I not? Every
day I get profit
Upped all my drip 'cause
my crips be watchin'
I really go from these
projects to projects
They gotta take it with ease,
they can't stop it
Fuck it, ain't letting' 'em
breathe, they can die
Think 'bout the bros every
time I get high
Free the guys
Baby
My diamonds hit harder, I
ain't in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil' bit richer,
can't forget that (nah)
Flew here, we got chartered
(chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just
let her have my daughter
Naw, I'm trippin',
yeah, forget that
This the get-back, yeah
Had a lil' ten bands, I spent
that shit on denim
I pull up usain bolt trackhawk,
this is not no rental, yeah
Project runner, I came up playin'
cops and robbers
You the guy with the badge, and I'm
the nigga with the chopper
My niggas catch bodies in the
daytime (yeah, yeah)
Vlone runtz, this shit won't
make it past a canine
I know real trappers that stay on the
block, but they don't play lines
But if they see 12, they know to
run, though, like they rajon
I stack that shit up to the ceiling,
no more sharin' clothes
I bought a pendant, came from watson,
but I ain't proposed
Ridin' with an ar, but he got
murked with a revolver
I sent the crackhead in the
pharmacy for cough syrup
No, she can't play me, but
if she try, I'ma dog her
They been askin' questions crazy, "is
you 'bout to drop a tape yet?"
"Is you tryna go independent? Rylo
did you sign with baby?"
Rolex like g-shock to us, that's
'cause we finally made it
This the get-back
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