| Tay Keith, this too hard
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| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| I paid some extra before we even come out
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| And don’t even wear it to show I ain’t playin'
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| I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks
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| And I pull up my pants, she know I ain’t stayin'
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| Go run the store, run and get rubber bands
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| I done got rich, I done put on my mans
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| Choppas in traffic, that’s just how I’m livin'
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| They say that I’m trippin', they wouldn’t understand
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| She take a trip, she come back with a tan
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| I take a trip, I come back with them bands
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| When I was dealin', it really was killin' them
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| Had them come pinch, tryna see what I’m payin'
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| She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
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| She don’t like pics, I got too many fans
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| I’m runnin' shit, I can do what I want
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| And it’s really a limit, you do what you can
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| I found the booth and I put that shit up
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| 'Fore I run out of cash, they’re gonna run out of land
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| I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing
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| I swear I don’t even know her name
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| I’m 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance
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| They gave me ten M&M's on advance
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| Thought I’d be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me
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| I guess He was part of the plan
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| How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
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| Can’t get at you, we gon' get at your man
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| They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin'
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| Put in they face, let them see what I’m sayin'
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| I’m rockin' shows like I play with a band
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| Free all the bros, know I would if I can
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| If I don’t mean it, I swear I ain’t sayin' it
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| 'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smash
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| Hold up, who got Backwood? |
| I need roll up
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| Dior store can’t keep up with me
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| I’m spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me
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| I’m never comin' back, them people under me
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| Not the fans, yeah, the haters
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| Lotta bands on the table
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| They say I went commercial, I ain’t know it
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| They want me catch a murder, I ain’t goin' back
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| Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that?
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| We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that
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| Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that
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| Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain’t goin' back
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| And forth with niggas, 'cause these niggas be holding racks
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| On the real, yeah, we know you don’t own them racks
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| Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back
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| I turn 8 million right until I’m a quarterback
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| Spend a million like I’m tryna bring Kobe back, 24 (Woo)
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| I’m ready, I’m ready, I use the crockpot like it’s Betty
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| They say the drop hot, and it’s ready
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| Might stretch it out but it ain’t Fetti (Yes)
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| Say my dawg doin' time, but I know he ain’t gonna snitch
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| 'Cause it’s still some shit he didn’t tell me
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| My dogs at the celly, he told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?)
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| Went up in my price in my pocket like Kelly
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| Fucked her in the telly', no I can’t not say who, no telly
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| My head gettin' heavy
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| Ayy, you know I still got Balmains on my ass
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| No, I can’t do no Amiris
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| Said I’m takin' trips, long flights they scary
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| She said her birthday in March, okay, cool
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| So, that means you an Aries
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| I told her «Gotta go,"she said «You serious?»
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| Diamonds cold, it’s December, my vibe Sagittarius
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| Hold up, who got Backwood? |
| I need roll up
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| Dior store can’t keep up with me
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| I’m spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me
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| I’m never comin' back, them people under me
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| Not the fans, yeah, the haters
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| Lotta bands on the table
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| They say I went commercial, I ain’t know it
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| They want me catch a murder, I ain’t goin' back
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| Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that?
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| I can switch up and come back another way
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| Yeah, the vibe ain’t right, come back another day
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| Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave
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| Remix weed we put it in a microwave
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| Batch for twenty-three, like I know Michael J
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| He can say what he want, but he gotta pay
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| Used to hide all the guns where my momma estate
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| Sell my drugs 'round the corner
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| I pay all these bills, I’m a grown up
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| My cars all look different, I own 'em
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| I ain’t with no leasin', my bitch telling me I need credit
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| It’s loud and clear if I said it
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| I come from the gutter, I spend my a hundred on Chevys
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| You can take me out the hood
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| But you can’t take the hood out of me
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| Know the hood proud of me
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| I Givenchy my tee, went and upgrade my teeth
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| I dropped out of school, but that paper on me
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| Hold up, who got Backwood? |
| I need roll up
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| Dior store can’t keep up with me
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| I’m spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me
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| I’m never comin' back, them people under me
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| Not the fans, yeah, the haters
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| Lotta bands on the table
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| They say I went commercial, I ain’t know it
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| They want me catch a murder, I ain’t goin' back
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| Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Commercial , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album My Turn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп