a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

woah remix - lil baby, gucci mane & dababy lyrics

intro
lil baby
new car very noisy
come through and it’s roarin’
yeah, yeah
you know how i’m coming
you know how i’m coming
verse 1
gucci mane
i’m from the zone 6, so i seen a lotta dead bodies
they drain brook lake and they brought out all them dead bodies
i got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it (huh?)
these boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it (d*mn)
i bring that dope to birmingham and then call it gucci county (skrr, skrr)
they put some money on my head ‘but they couldn’t make the bounty
i was so f*cking underground, don’t even know how they find me
feel like obama when i move ’cause i keep soldiеrs ’round me
i’m not in the nba but i be ballin’ on b*tchеs (ballin’)
gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my britches
yeah, i came up out the trenches, i don’t f*ck wit’ no snitches (yeah)
n*ggas stay trippin’ ’til some of they friends come up missin’ (guwop)
chrous
brand new car is noisy, come through and it’s roarin’ (skrrt)
you ain’t gotta worry, don’t care about your boyfriend
see me and get nervous, i d*mn near did it perfect
work hard and determine, it’s safe to say i earned it, whoa
yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, whoa
matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, whoa
post my drip up daily just so they can see, whoa
turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, whoa (yeah)
verse 3
dababy
you ain’t never put out on a n*gga, then lil’ n*gga, shut up (b*tch)
i just rocked a sold*out show, i performed for a hour and didn’t put my gun up (let’s go)
if a lil’ n*gga try me and send out a gun down, that n*gga won’t live to see sun up (uh uh)
f*ck your b*tch and i tip her a hundred (yeah, yeah)
i show you how to muhf*ckin’ come up
if you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist, before taxes, i spent a whole hundred (a hundred)
you can go and ask johnny, he love it, every time he see me, he see money
i pulled up bet with my kids and my baby mama, they like, “ooh, he be thuggin'”
no, i’m just a real n*gga with money
i keep one in the head of that b*tch like a bundle
i’m too rich so i just had to switch up my number
you play and it’s gon’ be a murder like yb
i draw out, you see blood like it’s yg (yeah)
i done told every n*gga to try me (yeah)
some people compare me to gucci, i drop some new music and caught me a body
and i don’t like hangin’ with b*tch ass n*ggas, you gotta be a dawg to sit beside me
my boy got
chrous (x2)

- lil baby gucci mane dababy lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular