Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Our Year, artist - Lil Baby. Album song Perfect Timing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Our Year |
Gunna, Gunna, Baby |
Fuck with young YSL, yeah it’s our year |
Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear |
Told every one of my niggas this our year |
Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear |
I’ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear |
Everything came from Saks Fifths |
Bitch got Dior all on her lips |
Let her ride, I’ma drive from the rear |
Drive that bitch and go crazy |
All blue hunnids big faces |
Four pockets full, Lil Baby |
Catch me a jet and go to Vegas |
Chauffeur from a 63 AMG Mercedes |
VVSs on me and they banging |
Fuckin' on a nigga old lady |
I was tryna grind like the 80s |
I had to stack it tall took a whole lot of patience |
Spend a dime nigga money ancient |
'Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Maison |
Money growing feeling like I’m aging |
Pour a four of syrup let me taste it |
Attached to the paper we related |
Big racks, money conversation |
Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear |
Told every one of my niggas this our year |
Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear |
I’ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear |
Everything came from Saks Fifths |
Bitch got Dior all on her lips |
Let her ride, I’ma drive from the rear |
Told Gunna Gunna lil' kid this our year, you dig what I’m sayin' bro? |
She got starstruck by the stars in the wraith, she know I ain’t playin' though |
I ran them bands up |
Dressed like I’m sponsored by Louis Vuitton |
Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I’m a don |
Four pockets full, get them in by the ton |
Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass she got class she got every bag |
Jumped on a lear, left the pack in the hood text my ho told a bitch I ain’t |
coming back |
Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear |
Told every one of my niggas this our year |
Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear |
I’ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear |
Everything came from Saks Fifths |
Bitch got Dior all on her lips |
Let her ride, I’ma drive from the rear |
Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear |
Told every one of my niggas this our year |