Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anyway, artist - Lil Baby. Album song Street Gossip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Anyway |
| I’m takin' off again, suicide doors, I won’t let 'em in |
| 4, or 5 cars, livin' like a God, paying for my sins |
| In this life, ain’t no man important |
| I can hop in the Benz, a foreign |
| Mario said they cornin' in in the morning |
| I got vibes, every state I got choices |
| Gucci coat, like we stand on the corner |
| With me, it’s like I came straight out the apartments, only just a beat |
| Bitch I get mine off the top, let the bro keep difference |
| Put a 'A' in Atlanta, stand up for my city |
| I was re-in up daily, they thought I was kidding |
| I was putting my profit, save me a milly |
| I keep pouring up Fantas, so shit getting ridiculous |
| I hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney |
| Pull up |
| Any kind of way I want her, she know |
| 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 |
| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running |
| I be rockin' new shit I got every color |
| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up |
| Pull up |
| Any kind of way I want her, she know |
| 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 |
| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running |
| I be rockin' new shit I got every color |
| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up |
| I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant |
| I used to make plays at the QuikTrip |
| I spend a 20 on Quick Picks |
| I run it back like a Pick 6 |
| Add it all up, it’s a it’s a re-up, nigga |
| I’m ballin', I need a quick minute |
| I just bought a lift kit |
| Said she fell in love with a misfit |
| Fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin' |
| My closet say To be continued' |
| Back in the days, I used to make plays |
| The spot there was off of Virginia |
| Ain’t no contender |
| Tattoo my name on placentas |
| I read a bitch like accounts |
| Made half a mil' in a rental |
| All of my verses expensive |
| My cause a blood, menstrual |
| He drove down pimps |
| I know that they care for your answer |
| I ball, I need me an agent |
| I just might be your replacement |
| I got a whole lot of money |
| But I got a little patience |
| I got a whole lot of money |
| But I got a little patience |
| I got a whole lot of money |
| But I got a little patience |
| My bitch a trip, vacation |
| Too many chains, plantation |
| If you a real nigga |
| It ain’t no expiration |
| Pull up |
| Any kind of way I want her, she know |
| 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 |
| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running |
| I be rockin' new shit I got every color |
| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up |
| Pull up |
| Any kind of way I want her, she know |
| 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 |
| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running |
| I be rockin' new shit I got every color |
| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up |
| (Guwop) (Go) |
| They say Gucci’s a criminal, flood my time-piece with emeralds |
| Not conserv1 or no liberal, donate Rollies for Christmas |
| Heard I shopped at Bar Harbor, I spend reckless on dental |
| She so fine, got her address, told my folks where to send her |
| New 'Rari half a M, see the horse, know the emblem |
| It’s big Guwop, it’s him |
| Always us over them |
| Niggas say they gon' do this and that, then duck when I see 'em |
| Don’t compare me to Slim |
| I could never be him |
| Copped so many new baguettes that I’m gettin' sick of myself |
| Big bully, crush my peers |
| So, now I pick on myself |
| Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt |
| Big diamond choker chokin' on me like Connor Mcgreggor |
| (It's Gucci!) |
| Pull up |
| Any kind of way I want her, she know |
| 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 |
| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running |
| I be rockin' new shit I got every color |
| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up |
| Pull up |
| Any kind of way I want her, she know |
| 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 |
| Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running |
| I be rockin' new shit I got every color |
| This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up |