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  • Текст песни Lil Baby - Spazz

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    Yeah, Southside
    I go nuts on Southside Beats
    Baby, okay
    Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship
    Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit
    Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick
    A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)
    I'm in L.A. with some real Crips
    I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
    Cartier on my face with the wood tear
    Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal
    Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill
    If I won't hit a bitch then the guys will
    I've been on it, today I took five pills
    I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will
    How you gon' check me?
    She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
    She wanna sex me (yeah)
    I had the block and she know not to test me
    Comin' at you niggas 3D
    They gon' put this shit on repeat
    Everything I say, they repeat
    Any nigga try to sneak diss
    I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah
    I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah
    When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah
    Got an FN on the kickback
    Big nose, hood on the demon
    Big to the streets, I'm a deacon
    They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin'
    They just wanna see me with the leaches
    Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers
    Courtside, high five the ref
    Codeine got me talkin' to myself
    Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt
    Reachin' top 5, nah, for real
    Only 25 before the deal
    Every time we slide, a nigga kill
    I just hope to God that they appeal
    G5 sittin' in the cell
    He 'bout to come (came home)
    I got this money on me right now
    I don't even answer my phone (put 'em on)
    I had these bitches in state to state
    They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)
    They know that I ain't got time to waste
    I'm tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home)
    I might just give you a couple of dollars
    And make sure you good on a model (good)
    They know they'll probably gon' see me again
    Unless I'm in the Benz
    I put the Forgiatos on the car
    Mickey Thompson's on the truck
    I got the money, I'm runnin' it up
    And I've been puttin' it up (them M's)

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