Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lagoon, artist - Rich Brian. Date of issue: 19.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lagoon |
| I just took a test, it’s sounding like my shit go stupid |
| Lil bitch, I got like 10 percent more left on my to-do list |
| I rolled by with my old car, it’s a coup, his name is Lucas |
| Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin' |
| I took that flight and got a big bag, man this shit is so taxin' |
| I set goals then beat it like Jackson |
| Black on black, my shirt from PacSun |
| You not fye, your homie just gassin' |
| Phone, going through my IG top request |
| These hoes trippin' like banana peels are raining up and down the road, ah |
| Pussy bald like Joe Rogan |
| Take her phone away |
| That bitch tryna get photos |
| Driving me loco |
| Tippin on 44s |
| Back to the bathroom (Ayyyy) |
| Permanent racks |
| I’m getting my plaques |
| I’m paying the tax |
| Your pocket is lighter so we’ll never match |
| No square in my circle |
| No time for all that |
| I’m ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah |
| Driving till the sun is up, that’s how it tends to go, yeah |
| Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus |
| But I’m on that visa |
| Me not fucking with you boys |
| You actin' like a diva |
| I’m cuttin' that track and I’m rapping |
| And getting that bag but I’m missin' that terminal 3 |
| I just quit the pack and the stoges |
| But if he want the smoke, he could get it like Bella Hadid |
| I don’t do that violence but come at me crazy |
| I’ll Michael B Jordan yo ass (I promise) |
| My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that shit was trash |
| I count it, I count it, I count it |
| Like I cannot sleep |
| And I’m counting the sheeps on my bed |
| I miss when the shit I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that |
| would grow on my head |
| I ain’t seen the fam in a couple of months |
| It’s been 22 months that shit’s almost 2 years |
| I promise that when I come back to Jakarta |
| That y’all gon' be proud of the shit that I built |
| My neck is a mortgage |
| She got an iPhone but don’t got no storage |
| 550k for the DP |
| The crib is 4 milli |
| I’m never gon' drive in no Porsche |
| Maybe a Tes-la |
| Ain’t got no guns but the wheels automatic |
| Not boutta drop no bands for no Lambos |
| The shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (Ayy, bitch) |
| Uh |
| How the fuck you hate and resent me for doing and trying my best, uh |
| I don’t remember your birthday but I know my billing address, uh |
| Que sera sera, lil bitch |
| Maybe this life is not fun as you think |
| I never look at my phone when it ring |
| I’m ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah |
| Driving till the sun is up, that’s how it tends to go, yeah |
| Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus |
| But I’m on that visa |
| Me not fucking with you boys |
| You actin' like a diva |
| I’m ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah |
| Driving till the sun is up, that’s how it tends to go, yeah |
| Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus |
| But I’m on that visa |
| Me not fucking with you boys |
| You actin' like a diva |