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letra de i'm straight - lil baby

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[intro]
yeah
cook that sh-t up, quay
i look up, i see i got bout seven rides in the streets
know what i’m saying?
living life to the fullest, you know what i’m saying?

[chorus]
ain’t got no regrets, i can’t complain my life is great
i just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
i sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
so many blue hundreds they stickin’ like they counterfeit, i print this sh-t
whole lot of ones i’m in the cut, i’m going dumb-dumb
i’m sippin’ act’, and that sh-t real deal, do you want some?
same one that tryin’ run with the clique
be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique
main reason i’m f-ckin’ ya b-tch, i ain’t gonna say sh-t

[verse 1]
i asked you about it, you lied
you asked me about it, i kept it 100, i’m nothin’ like these other guys
i really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear ’em one time
something about a n-gg- mind frame
diamonds doing jumpin’-jacks in the ap, i can make the time change
two hundred hoes in my call log and they ain’t got not a name saved
took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now i got her rockin’ name brand
me and ced had two different spots, we usually around the corner doin’ the same thing
everywhere i go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang
new maybach cost 230, i don’t even get my shoes dirty
i don’t even sleep when i get tired, you can see the adderall in my eyes
tyga said he got the drop on the alb-m
f-ck it slide and shoot up the block
n-gg-s know how we come through
g5 out the sunroof

[chorus]
ain’t got no regrets, i can’t complain my life is great
i just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
i sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
so many blue hundreds they stickin’ like they counterfeit, i print this sh-t
whole lot of ones i’m in the cut, i’m going dumb-dumb
i’m sippin’ act’, and that sh-t real deal, do you want some?
same one that tryin’ run with the clique
be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique
main reason i’m f-ckin’ ya b-tch, i ain’t gonna say sh-t

[verse 2]
we use trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout
we can’t be f-ckin’ at my house, n-gg-s be runnin’ they d-mn mouth
walk down on them broad daylight, it ain’t no funny, no drive-by
i’m cool on the love and the high-fives
you n-gg-s can’t keep up with my guys
you can’t get all this drip in a lifetime
i got out and ran it up at the right time
we got dracos whenever it’s nighttime
we ain’t ever gonna stop at the stop sign
went to wafi, i told ’em i want to shine
then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down
i’m running this town, everything they say fake news
can’t take that, new lamborghini 18
only thing i do is make cream, i don’t why these n-gg-s hating
only thing i do is drink lean, rest in peace to fredo santana
i just keep buying all these fantas
i don’t want to go out like that, only thing i know is get racks

[chorus]
ain’t got no regrets, i can’t complain my life is great
i just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
i sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
so many blue hundreds they stickin’ like they counterfeit, i print this sh-t
whole lot of ones i’m in the cut, i’m going dumb-dumb
i’m sippin’ act’, and that sh-t real deal, do you want some?
same one that tryin’ run with the clique
be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique
main reason i’m f-ckin’ ya b-tch, i ain’t gonna say sh-t

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