lirik lagu lil baby - anyway
[intro]
cook that sh-t up, quay
[verse 1: lil baby]
i’m takin’ off again, suicide doors, i won’t let ’em in
four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin’ for my sins
and this life that i’m in important
i can hop in the benz, a foreign
marlo said they come in in the morning
i got vibes, every state i got choices
gucci coat like we stand on the corner with mitch
like i’m straight out the ‘partments, i’m rich as a b-tch
takin’ mine off the top, let lil’ bro keep the difference
put an a in atlanta, stand up for my city
i was re-in’ up daily, they thought i was kidding
i was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly
i keep pourin’ up fantas so sh-t gettin’ ridiculous
hope the doctor don’t say that i need a new kidney
[chorus: lil baby]
pull up any kind of way i wanna
she know i got that dope boy persona
drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
young n-ggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
i done got the ball, i f-ckin’ cannot fumble
still duckin’ the laws, i gotta keep on runnin’
i be rockin’ new sh-t, i got every color
this sh-t ain’t enough, i need another come-up
pull up any kind of way i wanna
she know i got that dope boy persona
drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
young n-ggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
i done got the ball, i f-ckin’ cannot fumble
still duckin’ the laws, i gotta keep on runnin’
i be rockin’ new sh-t, i got every color
this sh-t ain’t enough, i need another come-up
[verse 2: 2 chainz]
i f-ck with lil baby, no infant (uh)
i used to make plays at the quick trip (i did)
i spent a twenty on quick picks (tell ’em)
i run it back like a pick six (woo)
add it all up, it’s a re-up, man
i’m ballin’, i need equipment (ballin’)
i just bought a lift kit (yeah)
said she fell in love with a misfit (she love me)
and f-ck your opinion, you know how i’m livin’
my closet say, “to be continued” (flooded)
back in the days i used to make plays
at spondivits off of virginia
ain’t no contender (nah)
tattoo my name on placentas (woo)
i breed a b-tch like a kennel
made a half a mil’ in a rental (woo)
all of my verses suspenseful
my cuz a blood, menstrual
he draws down, pants
i know that they care for your instrument
i ball, i need me an agent
i just might be your replacement (i might)
i got a whole lot of money
but i got a little patience
i got a whole lot of money
but i got a little patience (alright)
i got a whole lot of money
but i got a little patience
my b-tch a trip, vacation
too many chains, plantation
if you a real n-gga
it ain’t no expiration
[chorus: lil baby & gucci mane]
pull up any kind of way i wanna
she know i got that dope boy persona
drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
young n-ggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
i done got the ball, i f-ckin’ cannot fumble
still duckin’ the laws, i gotta keep on runnin’
i be rockin’ new sh-t, i got every color
this sh-t ain’t enough, i need another come-up
pull up any kind of way i wanna
she know i got that dope boy persona
drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
young n-ggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
i done got the ball, i f-ckin’ cannot fumble
still duckin’ the laws, i gotta keep on runnin’ (huh, wop)
i be rockin’ new sh-t, i got every color
this sh-t ain’t enough, i need another come-up (go)
[verse 3: gucci mane]
they say gucci’s a criminal
flood my timepiece with emeralds (burr)
not conserve’ or no liberal
donate rollies for christmas (huh)
heard i shop at bal harbor
i spent reckless on denim (wow)
she so fine, got her addy
f-cked, told my folks where to send her (well d-mn)
new ‘rari, half an m
see the horse, know the emblem
it’s big guwop, it’s him
always us over them (f-ck ’em)
n-ggas say they gon’ do this and that
then duck when i see ’em (huh)
don’t compare me to slim
i could never be him (no)
copped so many new baguettes
that i’m gettin’ sick of myself (bling)
big bully, crushed my peers
so now i pick on myself (huh)
highly decorated soldier, i got hits on my belt
big diamond choker chokin’ on me, man like conor mcgregor (it’s gucci)
[chorus: lil baby]
pull up any kind of way i wanna
she know i got that dope boy persona
drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
young n-ggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
i done got the ball, i f-ckin’ cannot fumble
still duckin’ the laws, i gotta keep on runnin’
i be rockin’ new sh-t, i got every color
this sh-t ain’t enough, i need another come-up
pull up any kind of way i wanna
she know i got that dope boy persona
drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
young n-ggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
i done got the ball, i f-ckin’ cannot fumble
still duckin’ the laws, i gotta keep on runnin’
i be rockin’ new sh-t, i got every color
this sh-t ain’t enough, i need another come-up
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