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letra de solid - lil baby

[intro]
mmh
mmh, mmh
f-ck it, let me pop my sh-t one time

[chorus]
n0body got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah)
i done been two-sided, ’cause i don’t got to give (yeah, yeah)
rockin’ real diamonds, ‘fore i got the deal
through the grace of god, we got away, so now we gotta chill

[post-chorus]
they thought it was rap cap and i told them i got a mil’
you can get whatever if you ask me, you ain’t gotta steal
my lil’ woadie said he fightin’ demons, feel like he gotta k!ll
and i just left the hood to catch a vibe and that sh-t give me chills

[verse 1]
one hand on my steering wheel, other on the [?] bl!cky
i’ma be forever gang, i’m smart enough to keep my distance
product of the real trenches, that’s why i wear a trench coat
d-mn near f-cked my life gamblin’, bet it all on tenfold
rap get slow, i’m sellin’ lows, can’t get caught wit them skinny hoes
can’t get caught with no hoe at all, b-tch, don’t slam my door that hard
i pull up like, “oh my lawd,” she gon’ shop, she hold my card
glock four-fifth my bodyguard, i sip syrup, no not enough
if you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
i done took the game, put it in a lock, i ain’t even try
lookin’ like a l!ck, tryna play sl!ck, n-gga, you’ll die
comin’ from the bricks, i ain’t had sh-t, now the new coupe 125, yeah

[chorus]
n0body got hit, spin the block again (yeah, yeah)
i done been two-sided, ’cause i don’t got to give (ha, ha)
rockin’ real diamonds, ‘fore i got the deal
through the grace of god, we got away, so now we gotta chill, yeah

[verse 2]
do it for my family, my fans, f-ck how n-ggas feel
told ’em it was my turn, i’m guessing’ that the time’s here
skeleton my cartier, makin’ sure my time pure
if you were not here when we was thuggin’, you can’t come ’round here
hard work, my grind real, i’m dedicated to get this paper
he okay, he been a hater, i don’t know why he mad at me
i wanna let the youngins take him off and now he mad at me
he better be lucky that i ain’t out here just bad rappin’
high speed, gettin’ in low gear, streets taught me, “have no fear,’
i invested in the west, them n-ggas know i sold my dope there
pretty p-ssy, no hair
she don’t like when i put it in my song, so i can’t go there
but she know i like to go there

[outro]
what happening’, tt?

- lil baby

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