Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album My Turn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
How |
| She done fell in love, I’m sellin' dreams |
| I done fell in love with buyin' jeans (Jeans) |
| Hate I found a love for sippin' lean |
| Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagen with no key |
| Put baguettes in my AP, I ain’t on playin' about they beef |
| Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me |
| Had to make myself a boss, it ain’t no nigga workin' me |
| I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me |
| Know they hate the way it happened, probably somewhere cursin' me |
| I don’t know nothing 'bout no killin', all I know is murder beats |
| I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease |
| I ain’t never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace |
| I put diamonds in my teeth, came from grindin' in the streets |
| Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it |
| Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall, they need they freedom (Free |
| y’all) |
| When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me) |
| Once it’s up, it’s stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even |
| Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel |
| Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel |
| Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles |
| She keep sayin' I’m the man, that shit boostin' up my ego |
| Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I’m just sayin' (Yeah) |
| How you try to run off with the wave and you ain’t surfin'? |
| Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty |
| I ain’t even counted up to see what I’m worth yet |
| All I know is put it up and keep on workin' |
| I can’t even hold you, I been gettin' loaded |
| Devil on my shoulders |
| God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah |
| Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin') |
| Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg) |
| Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets) |
| I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don’t dance |
| Rings on my hand cost a fortune |
| Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?) |
| D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp) |
| Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors) |
| And I got the swag for a loyal ticket |
| Think I’m hearin' voices in my head sayin', «Kill him» (Kill him) |
| Know she’ll forgive me, I’m one of the real ones |
| Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em) |
| Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em |
| Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em) |
| I don’t know what happened, all I know is he got hit up |
| I’ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV’s lit up |
| I’ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up) |
| We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up) |
| Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah) |
| Nigga, what you bangin'? |
| What you claimin'? |
| Throw that shit up (4, Baby) |
| How you try to run off with the wave and you ain’t surfin'? |
| Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty |
| I ain’t even counted up to see what I’m worth yet |
| All I know is put it up and keep on workin' |
| I can’t even hold you, I been gettin' loaded |
| Devil on my shoulders |
| God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah |