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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraNeighborhood Superstar (With YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
Leor, light it upShe like Baby blue like she from CarolinaAin't folding under pressure, so I had to buy her diamondsAin't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slimeAin't goin' for shit, I do too much, you can ask my mama, I be on everything (Everything)She be like, "Baby, just chill" (Uh) I be like, "Baby, shit real"I look in your eyes but you looked at the floorSo I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? (Let's go)What's goin' on? Nigga we got a problemUppin' on every car that pull beside meLеavin' they project full of bodiesI turn that bеat to plenty homisSoon as he come out then we got himWe gon' drop him, bitchI'm full of pills, I'm sorry mamaThem niggas slang that fire at my lil' partnersI can't squash it, it's a must, you know I gottaI been with that shit, they know thatGot Ms, been bleedin' before thatFive K, nigga, check my coat tagSlip once, leave the bitch with a toe tagDrive fast, no plate on the MaybachTrap house where they stash them plates atGoyard where I tuck my Drac' atStick who? Nigga, know I don't play that[Verse 2: DaBaby]Let's go, stay out the way with them cameras"I just seen Baby pull up in a Phantom"Almost hit me, nigga hopped out with a thick bitch (Yeah)Must be from AtlantaFuck that, they ain't see I hopped out with that blammerThey ain't know I got in with the stick on meThey don't know that this bitch right here bulletproof (Let's go)I can't wait for a nigga to hit it (Let's go)I really be cool as a bitch but get rude as a bitch if I get the wrong energy (Yeah)They know I'll put a ho out if I love her or not, to protect my lil' energyMaybe shit, Baby too real for the industryOr maybe they know that they never could get to meKnow that they know that they never could finish meLet off my Glizzy, I'm feelin' a symphony, yeahI'm in a 'burban and I got it on meThree hundred thousand, just me and my homieLurkin', we loaded all the way until the mornin'Get a bad lil' bitch so I can bone herNawf 38, posted on that cornerWaitin' for opps and duckin' cops30 on my hip and under papaw house I got a hundred shotsNigga spin on his block, on Dump don't stopI can bet his car get choppedLet me hit from the back, say, "Top"Come out, turn around, then let her get on topGot millions, still invest in blocksWe get 'em, never through the mailSpot be jumpin' like some ShocksNo Jigga, get it on for realI ain't done, what it is? It get dumb for realLet 'em talk that shit while on them pillsTurn down as soon he feel this steelNigga, know we do this shit, for realTry fight by night his top get peeledIn the car by one, by two, he killedBy four, I booked and flew the jetOn the way LA while on a LearShe on me bad, so what it is?Grip her body, know I got itTake her home and beat her body, I be diggin' all inside itSuicidal Kamikaze, pussy shit, I don't acknowledgeJump out, runnin' from them choppasTried to hide and then they caught me, gangI leave a stain, all you hear is "Bang, bang"Bitch, lay down, I run that gangThey know I'm the murder manDon't come around, leave you frownedFuck around? It's gon' go downEquip that shit, it ain't a soundLeft nine bodies in the townI left my bitch and got something newLeft her too, bitch I'ma hound (Rawr, rawr)Ready to bite me a nigga (I'm a dawg)I really don't like that lil' nigga (Baby)Ooh, he a icy lil' nigga (Go)I'm in this bitch with that stick, popping shitI'ma pull that bitch out 'fore I fight me a nigga (Boom, boom)I'm on vacation, I can't get my hands on a bangerI fuck around, knife me a nigga (Fuck around, knife)I fuck around, poke me a nigga (Poke, uh)I fuck around, choke me a nigga (Uh, bitch)I fuck around, take me a lil' nigga ho (Yeah)Put dick in her face, make her beatbox (Go)Ain't seen a thing hotter since he poppedFuck that four five, got it on de-cockOn that bullshit you niggas think that you on (Let's go)Fuck around and get spanked for a song (Spank)Fuck around and get spinned for a diss (Spinned)You gon' let that comment get you killed (Yeah, bitch)Everyday, tryna stay out the wayStill adjusting to fame in this industry shit (Yeah, nigga)Send a hit and I pay for the shitI go in your shit, make you pay for that lip (Keep going)Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the carThey like, "Boy, you can't pay for that zip" (Keep going)They like, "Nigga, we ain't charging you shit" (Keep going)Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (Yeah)Got a cold blooded killer in the car behind me, would've bought a new stock on the side of his stick (Boom, boom)I was thinking 'bout a body, can't forget about the last two, he add another homi' on the listOn the daily, got two of them bitchesThis one a semi, this one a switchDoing my dance in here thuggin', yeah, he hating for free, that nigga's a bitchI'm in here with Nina Simone, I made her top fast, I gave her some titsPulling her hair, she stutter, yeah, fucking on her with no rubber, yeah (Oh yeah)(She like Baby blue like she from Carolina)(Ain't folding under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds)(Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now")(We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime)(Ain't goin' for shit, I do too much, you can ask my mama, I be on everything)(She be like, "Baby, just chill" I be like, "Baby, shit real")(I look in your eyes but you looked at the floor)(So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal?)(What's goin' on? Nigga we got a problem)(Uppin' on every car that pull beside me)
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