| I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
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| That bitch ain’t get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hah)
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| In the car with her head down, she noddin'
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| And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
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| 'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
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| Fuck all that talkin', just put a few mil' on the table and give me a pen and
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| I’m signin' (Bitch)
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| I just cut off my bitch (Why?)
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| 'Cause you ain’t really with me, be honest
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| She know I’m a motherfuckin' pimp, she don’t get steak and shrimp
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| B done took a lil' bitch to McDonalds
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| Put a bag on your motherfuckin' head, better watch what you said
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| On my motherfuckin' pics and my comments (Bitch)
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| In the four I’m a motherfuckin' giant (Huh)
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| A king like a motherfuckin' lion (Yeah)
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| Oh, these lil' niggas act like they want that (Uh-huh)
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| We gon' slide in your DM’s, we slidin'
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| Better call up the homicide unit, I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the
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| sirens
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| They gon' make me come set this bitch off
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| When I pull that bitch out it’s too late to say sorry (Uh-uh)
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| Niggas thought I was pussy 'cause they heard me singin' to bitches like YK
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| Osiris (Hah)
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| I got my mind on my money
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| Let’s run up some motherfuckin' commas (Yeah)
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| Let’s go to the motherfuckin' bank (Haha)
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| Bitch, I’m from Charlotte, we blank (Blank)
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| Mama told me to pull up my pants (Why?)
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| Got them racks on me, mama, I can’t (Huh)
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| I keep tryna pull up my pants
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| I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Yeah)
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| I got the pistol on the flight (Uh-huh)
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| I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
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| That bitch ain’t get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hmm)
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| In the car with her head down, she noddin' (Hmm)
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| And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
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| 'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
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| Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants (Uh)
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| This big .40 hangin' out my joggers (Uh)
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| I grew up around them apartments
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| Now I’m in LA like a Dodger (Ooh)
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| Won’t beef over tweets
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| I send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin' (Get him out of
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| there)
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| Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin (Uh)
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| I’m on Runtz, from Cookie I’m coughin' (Uh)
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| Always up like I’m booted on molly (Boot)
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| These lil' niggas 12, they talkin' (Fuck)
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| They can’t keep up, Stunna a problem
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| I can’t keep these bitches off me (Goddamn)
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| Yeah, we bringin' eyes in the party
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| Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry
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| Fuck who? |
| I beg your pardon (What?)
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| Won’t cop pleas when shit get started (Nope)
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| I keep tryna pull up my pants
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| This big pistol hangin' out my joggers (Wow)
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| She eat dick when I land
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| Hit from the back, she call me her father (Ooh)
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| For my bro, I’ll take the stand
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| Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor
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| Big dawg, you lil' niggas is toddlers (Yeah)
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| On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers (Grah, grah, grah)
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| I keep tryna pull up my pants
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| I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Yeah)
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| I got the pistol on the flight (Uh-huh)
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| I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
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| That bitch ain’t get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hmm)
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| In the car with her head down, she noddin' (Hmm)
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| And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
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| 'Til I put this four-five on his noggin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Joggers , by - DaBaby. Song from the album Baby On Baby, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп