| I’m takin' off again, suicide doors, I won’t let 'em in
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| 4, or 5 cars, livin' like a God, paying for my sins
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| In this life, ain’t no man important
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| I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
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| Mario said they cornin' in in the morning
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| I got vibes, every state I got choices
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| Gucci coat, like we stand on the corner
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| With me, it’s like I came straight out the apartments, only just a beat
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| Bitch I get mine off the top, let the bro keep difference
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| Put a 'A' in Atlanta, stand up for my city
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| I was re-in up daily, they thought I was kidding
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| I was putting my profit, save me a milly
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| I keep pouring up Fantas, so shit getting ridiculous
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| I hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney
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| Pull up
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| Any kind of way I want her, she know
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| I got that dope boy persona (Drop top)
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| Winter, spring, fall, or summer
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| Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number
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| I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble
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| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running
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| I be rockin' new shit I got every color
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| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up
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| Pull up
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| Any kind of way I want her, she know
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| I got that dope boy persona (Drop top)
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| Winter, spring, fall, or summer
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| Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number
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| I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble
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| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running
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| I be rockin' new shit I got every color
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| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up
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| I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant
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| I used to make plays at the QuikTrip
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| I spend a 20 on Quick Picks
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| I run it back like a Pick 6
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| Add it all up, it’s a it’s a re-up, nigga
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| I’m ballin', I need a quick minute
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| I just bought a lift kit
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| Said she fell in love with a misfit
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| Fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin'
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| My closet say To be continued'
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| Back in the days, I used to make plays
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| The spot there was off of Virginia
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| Ain’t no contender
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| Tattoo my name on placentas
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| I read a bitch like accounts
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| Made half a mil' in a rental
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| All of my verses expensive
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| My cause a blood, menstrual
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| He drove down pimps
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| I know that they care for your answer
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| I ball, I need me an agent
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| I just might be your replacement
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| I got a whole lot of money
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| But I got a little patience
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| I got a whole lot of money
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| But I got a little patience
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| I got a whole lot of money
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| But I got a little patience
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| My bitch a trip, vacation
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| Too many chains, plantation
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| If you a real nigga
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| It ain’t no expiration
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| Pull up
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| Any kind of way I want her, she know
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| I got that dope boy persona, drop top
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| Winter, spring, fall, or summer
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| Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number
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| I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble
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| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running
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| I be rockin' new shit I got every color
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| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up
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| Pull up
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| Any kind of way I want her, she know
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| I got that dope boy persona, drop top
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| Winter, spring, fall, or summer
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| Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number
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| I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble
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| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running
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| I be rockin' new shit I got every color
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| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up
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| (Guwop) (Go)
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| They say Gucci’s a criminal, flood my time-piece with emeralds
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| Not conserv1 or no liberal, donate Rollies for Christmas
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| Heard I shopped at Bar Harbor, I spend reckless on dental
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| She so fine, got her address, told my folks where to send her
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| New 'Rari half a M, see the horse, know the emblem
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| It’s big Guwop, it’s him
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| Always us over them
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| Niggas say they gon' do this and that, then duck when I see 'em
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| Don’t compare me to Slim
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| I could never be him
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| Copped so many new baguettes that I’m gettin' sick of myself
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| Big bully, crush my peers
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| So, now I pick on myself
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| Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
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| Big diamond choker chokin' on me like Connor Mcgreggor
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| (It's Gucci!)
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| Pull up
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| Any kind of way I want her, she know
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| I got that dope boy persona, drop top
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| Winter, spring, fall, or summer
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| Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number
|
| I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble
|
| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running
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| I be rockin' new shit I got every color
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| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up
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| Pull up
|
| Any kind of way I want her, she know
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| I got that dope boy persona, drop top
|
| Winter, spring, fall, or summer
|
| Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number
|
| I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble
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| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running
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| I be rockin' new shit I got every color
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| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anyway , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Street Gossip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп