Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luigi, artist - 2KBABY.
Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Luigi |
got shot, had got stabbed |
You ain’t come through, bitch, clear the path |
You can’t count me out, you can’t do math |
She hate my niggas, they too wild |
I just pulled up, in a droptop 'Rari |
This is VLONE on my truck, hello Bari |
Mommy, if I made you cry, then I’m sorry |
Granny, I didn’t mean to sneak out to them parties |
Baby, I ain’t mean to hurt your heart, girl, I’m sorry |
All my life, I’ve been in the fuckin' dark |
We was goin' dumb, but I’m really a smartie |
, girl, I got real |
Green dot, mean Luigi, yeah, uh |
Shawty wanna act tough |
Told her back up, come see me, yeah, yeah, uh |
I got all this Figi, yeah, uh |
I don’t never cap none |
Got my racks up too easy, yeah (What up, Foster?) |
Now I got a big bank |
I’ma talk my shit 'cause my shit stank, like yeah |
She like how my wrist blang |
Told the bitch don’t drown in my fish tank, like yeah |
I don’t do the bitch games, yeah |
I’m only gon' switch lanes, oh, yeah, uh |
They niggas was talkin', no, oh, yeah, uh |
I walk in the party, I smoke, stay strong, yeah, yeah |
You think you is smart, don’t play on my phone |
I know I’ma die alone |
I walk in the stu' and I right my wrongs |
At night I get high alone |
I loosen the screw just to find my tone, yeah |
Whole world on my shoulder, yeah |
Hold on, gettin' colder and colder and colder |
I’m just getting older, uh, yeah, yeah |
Shoutout all my soldiers, my soldiers, my soldiers |
Remember when I told ya, we never needed no love |
None of these niggas gon' show up, but most of them gon' fold up |
I went and got my pros up, my hoes up, I glowed up |
They mad a nigga blowed up, I |
I stunt as I breathe |
I spend these hundreds with ease |
She don’t mean nothin' to me |
You’re just now fuckin' with me |
I was not fuckin' with me |
When shit got down bad, I believed |
My body was down bad with some weed |
Now I’m out of town, back in a week |
Ooh, I gotta leave |
Kept me out with a cup of |
Had to eat with a couple G’s, ooh |
And I got double G’s on my feet, I ain’t rockin' double C’s, ooh |
And the money keep pilin', smilin' |
Ooh, this lil' nigga wildin', uh |
But my style ain’t free, no |
And my style ain’t cheap, no |
Shawty gon' fuck for the free balls |
Fall in love with a G, oh |
We can thug in the street, oh |
What’s wrong? |
I’m on, so long |
You wrong, I’m on |
I’m on my own |
You call, I don’t, yeah, yeah |
Whole world on my shoulder, yeah |
Hold on, gettin' colder and colder and colder |
I’m just getting older, uh, yeah, yeah |
Shoutout all my soldiers, my soldiers, my soldiers |
Remember when I told ya, we never needed no love |
None of these niggas gon' show up, but most of them gon' fold up |
I went and got my pros up, my hoes up, I glowed up |
They mad a nigga blowed up, I |
I stunt as I breathe |
I spend these hundreds with ease |
She don’t mean nothin' to me |
You’re just now fuckin' with me |
I was not fuckin' with me |