battlefield - lg (producer) lyrics
[verse 1: lg]
get the money, count the scratch, i stay on my grind
i rap about the paper cause that’s what’s been on my mind
i’m very smart, but i gotta be in the state of mind
to put it on your -ss if you try to f-ck with mine
it’s dangerous in this battlefield but i’m still thuggin’
no trust a soul cause i feel like n-ggas be up to somethin’
noddin’ and duckin’, thinkin’ while i’m constantly puffin’
if you ’bout it, say you ’bout it, is you real or you bluffin’?
cause you ain’t really ’bout that drama
hot lid’ll fry your -ss like filipino bombers
i’m on the west coast, vaca with my bahama mamas
givin’ her the best stroke, they lovin’ her in no persona
climb on this jet though, perfecto, my clothes designer
inhale this best smoke, that chest smoke, that marijuana
that marijuana
and i’mma just smoke that best smoke, that marijuana
[hook: lg]
it’s dangerous in this battlefield but i’m still thuggin’
no trust a soul cause i feel like n-ggas be up to somethin’
it’s dangerous in this battlefield but i’m still thuggin’
no trust a soul cause i feel like n-ggas be up to somethin’
[verse 2: curren$y]
high as i is
flyer than whatever the air force’ll ever build
in the streets, may the force be with you, little n-ggas hungry
plottin’ to get you trickin’, you with b-tches, this is a warning
being delivered, jet life scriptures written beneath palm trees
jottin’ down pictures, help you see how i’m livin’
good morning, draw back the drapes, let the sun shine in
the game was dark and good as f-ck ’til son and them got in
what else to do, but count money, ride them cars in front them clubs
i’m callin’ them hoes b-tches and smokin’ my weed up
g’ed up, swung through in that coupe, i scored your b-tch and then dipped
1-0 we up, you through, n-gga who? say huh?
supposed to be mad, come see us, but wait in line
me and my money spendin’ some quality time
i met her, we f-cked on the first day
we both fell in love, then we got married in a bank, girl
[hook]
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