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letra de family freestyle - lil dann

[intro: lil dann]
young rich n-gga, young rich n-gga (ayy, luxury)
hide ya b-tch, n-gga, hide ya—
ooh, d-mn (what’s up, pyro?)

[verse 1: lil dann]
i ain’t never drove a c-class, amg, i’m too fast (ah)
if i don’t get no lean today, i f-ck around and relapse (yeah)
shot his brother in his face, i know that n-gga three mad (okay)
like to mention, yesterday i put the brabus on the g-wag’ (yeah)
shinin’ like a light (light), b-tch, i’m litter (litter)
when we come around, better tell them lil’ n-ggas to put they b-tch up (for sure)
today i f-ck around and do some sit-ups (okay)
n-gga, nevermind, all these f-ckin’ chains on, i can’t even lift up (ah)
i’m kickin’ sh-t like liu kang (kang)
i’m superhero dapper dan, b-tch, i’m brucе wayne (wayne)
beforе i ever save a ho, i’ma save the day (oh)
i’m f-ckin’ with that adderall, i been up all day (huh)
lil’ b-tch, i’m gettin’ paid, uh (yeah)
(uh) lil dann the richest young n-gga in atlanta (in atlanta)
like bm, if we run the whole world, we need a banner (yeah)
4pf got that city sh-t on lock, and i put that sh-t on camera, n-gga (let’s go)
i popped a pill and hit the b-tch, and i left her p-ssy swole (swole)
she try to run from me all night, but didn’t know where to go (oh)
these diamonds on me, hittin’ like ice, f-ck around and catch a cold (woah)
real g8 n-gga, i was thirteen, trappin’ at texaco (yeah)
you think lil dann at war, you must be crazy, n-gga (crazy)
i’m my own boss, for real, and i got paid hitters (hitters)
we can go safe for safe, mine way bigger (yeah)
two millions on my ‘gram, all mine, not baby’s, n-gga (on god)
but he showed me how to get it, now i get it on my own (woah, woah)
this real player sh-t, we ain’t sharin’ bankrolls
i’m a fool with the safe (uh)
i’m paranoid, n-gga, i go to sleep with the k, huh (uh)
[bridge: lil dann]
young rich n-gga
young lit n-gga, for sure

[verse 2: lil baby]
i told mac to come and punch me in
yeah, i’m turnin’ active when we land, it ain’t no tappin’ in
my lil’ brothers strapped up, i was f-ckin’ with the mexican
i kept f-ckin’ my sack up
i put mazis, benzs, and porsches in the hood before this rap stuff
somethin’ ever happen to me, call lil dann’em, that’s my backup
eight million out of spot, with nine choppers for the jackers
they stepped on, what you call it? how the f-ck y’all let that happen?
watch some n-ggas take the plea at trial, i know that slime ain’t happy
don’t ask me how much the wham cost, you know that lil’ bro ain’t taxin’
they ain’t even make a lot of these, you know i had to sn-tch it
i just jumped out and bought a h-llcat, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no scat
we them oakland city millionaires, you know this ain’t no cap

[bridge: lil baby]
yeah, you know this ain’t no cap
yeah, you know we made it happen
yeah, put the hood on my back
yeah

[verse 3: lil baby]
five-hundred thousand on the watch, n-gga, that’s me
i had this sh-t poppin’ before i dropped, you can ask p
country boys come and get them blocks, n-gga, that’s g
in sixth grade, i know this sh-t would happen, ask lil d
we was walkin’, i was tellin’ bro, “we gon’ have twenty cars”
we was breakin’ in and robbin’, we had caught a couple charges
all my cars at least three-hundred thousand, ain’t buy no f-ckin’ charger
i don’t know who hyped these n-ggas up, we ain’t never been no problem
raised up, i went big and mad maxed y’all top shottas
hung with drug lords my whole life, i’m used to countin’ commas
only class i had was mathematics, i’m used to doin’ numbers
yeah, i’m nasty but don’t even ask, we f-ckin’ with a condom
know we sold more bags than walmart, i can put that on my momma
i been actin’ like an assh0l-, you get sh-t on if you run up
i ain’t went under a thousand dollars the last twelve summers
she been actin’ like she like that, stick it in and she start runnin’
i been like that since i was younger, i don’t care who down there, i’m dunkin’
air force 1s and timbs, we stuntin’, that lil’ boy act bad, we dump him
i got bands, don’t play no trumpet, i put drum on the bottom of the stick
they ain’t even own that thing ’bout sh-t, but tell your b-tch to stay off my d-ck, n-gga
[outro: lil baby]
p-ssy-ass n-gga
yeah

- lil dann

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