Truth – Lil Baby: texty písní, hudební videa a koncerty

Truth

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Skladba Truth vyšla 2. listopadu 2017 Beckham Dinero / Paper Hangers na albu Million Dollar Baby

Podrobnosti o skladbě

AlbumMillion Dollar Baby

Datum vydání2. listopadu 2017

ŠtítekBeckham Dinero / Paper Hangers

JazykEnglish

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM84

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Hudební video

Hudební video

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Baby

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nathan Williams Jr

Nathan Williams Jr

Songwriter

Texty

(Ha-ah)

(Million dollar baby)

We playin' crazy, bitch

Friends ain't really friends, just some cool ass ****

(You know dat)

Gimme a milli, I'm takin' off in sayin' trance (What?)

Unbreakable ****, really the type to never be (Ah)

I been shakin' shit up

Fuck the hype, I'm losin' friends

Shit just do 'em tonight

It's a movement in my hands

You is provin' me wrong

Tazin' **** on the ground

You is proof in the pudding

You is flexin' like a hound (Damn)

I was out in the streets

You was stressin, I was scams turned them switchs into grams

You started hatin', like yours man he got his dick in your hands

You know I hit you for them bands

Why you comin' at me?

You might be slippin' on your plans

Girl if you let me, I'll hit you

They be trippin' out them Zan's

Say the less say I was trippy

I was thinkin' you was found

I'ma let you, have get you

Some kinda place and get you jammed

Send shells to you

I rent the bikes you in the sand

I'ma leave it alone

I ain't tryna shake your hand

I can see in your bones, you was flaky like a yam

Don't keep on leadin' you wrong

You try to play me like a fan, you weren't keepin' it long

****, keep your hundred grand, you weren't lookin' for ****

You was beepin' ****' phones, how that make you a man?

I've been speedin' all along, got a crew o' young ****

Who will run your **** home, see dis ain't for bitches

That's why I put it on the song

(That's my real left hand, Gabriele, she stashed a buzz-o)

I'm guessin' you a "Yes, man", what the hell?

These **** hoes

(Boppin' on a bitch, yo)

(I ain't stoppin' on a bitch)

I ain't stoppin'

(I ain't stoppin', no)

I'm back to the city

I'm gettin' filthy when it snows

Show 'em cursor to fifty

My rhythm, you ****' broke

You rushin' back with the GIFies

You say that you **** jokes

I was crushin' that trout

You antici', off a phone

You **** talkin' about babes

Just takin' pickies of the stuff

I'm just walkin' them babes

But I ain't get it for the low (Restaurant)

You was talkin' them trays

You could've called your only bro

Have you lost in 'em states

Ballin' with my youngest hoe

I'ma boss in this race

You a turtle kinda slow

I'ma floss with this cake

And Lee can start you on a po'

And I'm off of your case

Just had to let you **** know

Put dat on your page

But I bet you **** won't

(That's my real left hand, Gabriele, she stashed a buzz-o)

(I'm guessin' you a "Yes, man", what the hell?)

(These **** hoes)

(That's my real left hand, Gabriele, she stashed a buzz-o)

(I'm guessin' you a "Yes, man", what the hell?)

(These **** hoes)

(Ha-ah, bitch ass ****)

(Ha-ah)

Written by: Nathan Williams Jr

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