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Truth
166
Hip-Hop/Rap
Truth was released on November 2, 2017 by Beckham Dinero / Paper Hangers as a part of the album Million Dollar Baby
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Release DateNovember 2, 2017
LabelBeckham Dinero / Paper Hangers
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Williams Jr
Nathan Williams Jr
Songwriter

Lyrics

(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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