Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Industry Baby, artist - Rain Paris. Date of issue: 04.08.2021
Industry Baby |
| Baby back, ayy, |
| Couple racks, ayy, |
| Couple Grammys on him, |
| Couple plaques, ayy, |
| That's a fact, ayy, |
| Throw it back, ayy, |
| Throw it back, ayy! |
| And this one is for the champions, |
| I ain't lost since I began, yeah! |
| Funny how you said it was the end, yeah! |
| Then I went did it again, yeah! |
| I told you long ago, on the road |
| I got what they waitin' for. |
| I don't run from nothing, dog, |
| Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low. |
| You was never really rootin' for me anyway, |
| When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say, |
| "He don't run from nothin', dog." |
| Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over. |
| Uh, need a, uh, |
| Need to get this album done, |
| Need a couple number ones, |
| Need a plaque on every song, |
| Need me like one with Nicki now, |
| Tell a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", ha, |
| I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, ha, |
| I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha, |
| But these niggas bitches like Madea. |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
| (Yeah) |
| Ayy, oh, let's do it! |
| I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit, |
| I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me, |
| You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah! |
| And this one is for the champions, |
| I ain't lost since I began, yeah! |
| Funny how you said it was the end, yeah! |
| Then I went did it again, yeah! |
| I told you long ago, on the road |
| I got what they waitin' for. |
| (I got what they waitin' for) |
| I don't run from nothing, dog, |
| Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low. |
| (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one) |
| You was never really rootin' for me anyway, (Like, ooh-ooh) |
| When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Like, ooh-ooh) |
| "He don't run from nothin', dog." |
| Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over. |
| My track record so clean, |
| They couldn't wait to just bash me, |
| I must be gettin' too flashy, |
| Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me. |
| (Woo) |
| It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay |
| And these girls know that I'm nasty, (Mm) |
| I sent her back to her boyfriend |
| With my handprint on her ass cheek. |
| City talkin', we takin' notes, |
| Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts, |
| Wish he could but he can't get close, |
| OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts, |
| I'm the type that you can't control, |
| Said I would then I made it so. |
| I don't clear up rumors, (Ayy) |
| Where's y'all sense of humor? |
| (Ayy) |
| I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers. |
| Turn my haters to consumers, |
| I make vets feel like they juniors, (Juniors) |
| Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma, (Mm) |
| Mine is comin' sooner, (Mm) |
| I'm just a late bloomer, (Mm) |
| I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter, (Woo) |
| All these social networks and computers |
| Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers. |
| (Losers) |
| I told you long ago, on the road |
| I got what they waitin' for. |
| (I got what they waitin' for) |
| I don't run from nothing, dog, |
| Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low. |
| (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one) |
| You was never really rootin' for me anyway, (Like, ooh-ooh) |
| When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Like, ooh-ooh) |
| "He don't run from nothin', dog." |
| Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over. |