Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bailan, artist - 2 Chainz. Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bailan |
| You, you, you, you, you |
| Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth |
| Maybe your friends are confused |
| I’m gonna tell you the truth |
| Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan |
| Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan |
| All week, keeping on, my mind is… |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Maybe now, but not next time |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| There we go, that' it for sure |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Maybe just a little more |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Juicy, squeeze it, then juicy |
| Sipping on the D’usse |
| Rocking some Medusa, give a fuck what you say |
| Give a fuck what you say |
| In the club, I wrote this for the plug |
| I wrote this for a hater that was looking for some love |
| A DJ competition, I’m mixing in the kitchen |
| Now who gon' do the dishes |
| Bankroll thicker than Deelishis |
| You, you, you, you, you |
| Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth |
| Maybe your friends are confused |
| I’m gonna tell you the truth |
| Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan |
| Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan |
| All week, keeping on, my mind is… |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Maybe now, but not next time |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| There we go, that' it for sure |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Maybe just a little more |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Drug connotation in my population |
| I want a conversation, don’t want no confrontation |
| Pull up in a hardtop, watch how I race it |
| Trap to the wrap like watch how I embrace it |
| Louis Vans on, they don’t come with laces |
| And we talking straight shots, we don’t need no chaser |
| Tell her I don’t chase her, swap her, I replace it |
| Bracelet, this is Rollie, Rollie, this is bracelet |
| Pass the medication |
| Rounds upon rounds, I am nowhere around |
| I’m nowhere to be found |
| I’m on flights over lights, I’m so close up to Christ |
| I might ask for advice, I might ask for it twice |
| Look at my ice, I’m so nice, it’s like Mardi Gras |
| Mama I shot me a man, please go hide the gun |
| When she ask me my number, I say I’m the one |
| Rushing summer to summer until someone come |
| You, you, you, you, you |
| Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth |
| Maybe your friends are confused |
| I’m gonna tell you the truth |
| Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan |
| Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan |
| All week, keeping on, my mind is… |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Maybe now, but not next time |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| There we go, that' it for sure |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Maybe just a little more |
| Going in, going in, going in, going in |
| Go ahead and touch the sky |
| Go ahead and touch the sky |
| Dancing where you are |
| Go ahead and touch the sky |