letra de detroit flow - babydrill
chorus
only like the bread, but i got, but i got 50 on my neck
‘bout a 30 on my wrist
i put 20 in my pocket and i put 20 on my b-tch
iced-out gang, b-tch, they be like “he lit, oh yeah, he lit”
i’m the one, i’m from the a, i piped the city up, b-tch (yeah)
when it come to drill, i’m the reason they picked them glizzies up, b-tch
when it come to slime, hop out that car, walk down, and c-cktail sh-t
they can’t mention drill without the baby, n-gga i changed the game
verse 1
they can’t mention [?] without lil phat, he geeked out the [?]
only drive with red [?], tryna see this b-tch swing
i call this draco chiеf keef, the way this b-tch hop out and bang
don’t wanna see me mad n-gga, bettеr ask your dead mans
i pistol-whip his grill out, just might take it to johnny dang
pop the seal, remixed that boy, shook that sh-t the same day
real street n-gga, know your ass wasn’t broke, you went and sold your gang
bought a penthouse just to trap it out
stacked racks inside my mama house
hide to sticks inside the pullout couch
when it’s war, these b-tches poppin out
(baow, baow, baow) like how we give ‘em
chorus
only like the bread, but i got, but i got 50 on my neck
‘bout a 30 on my wrist
i put 20 in my pocket and i put 20 on my b-tch
iced-out gang, b-tch, they be like “he lit, oh yeah, he lit”
i’m the one, i’m from the a, i piped the city up, b-tch (yeah)
when it come to drill, i’m the reason they picked them glizzies up, b-tch
when it come to slime, hop out that car, walk down, and c-cktail sh-t
they can’t mention drill without the baby, n-gga i changed the game
verse 2
(gimme that!)
stripped that boy broad day, i took the p-ssy chain
i know where i’ll never catch my opps, probably at the bank (babydrill!)
i still get get-backs from the get-back, what the f-ck they think?
walk that baby down with that ar, that’s how you up your rank
different era, unc taught me how to whip it, doing them shoulder moves
i stepped on sh-t in the levi’s n-gga, before i was rocking amiri jeans (on god)
1900 duckhold n-gga, y’all broke ass n-ggas couldn’t last a day
b-tch, it’s money on my mind, when i wake up it’s time to get paid
chorus
only like the bread, but i got, but i got 50 on my neck
‘bout a 30 on my wrist
i put 20 in my pocket and i put 20 on my b-tch
iced-out gang, b-tch, they be like “he lit, oh yeah, he lit”
i’m the one, i’m from the a, i piped the city up, b-tch (yeah)
when it come to drill, i’m the reason they picked them glizzies up, b-tch
when it come to slime, hop out that car, walk down, and c-cktail sh-t
they can’t mention drill without the baby, n-gga i changed the game
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