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[Lyrics] Lil Baby – How Lyrics

Runnin’ up this money been a breeze (phew)
Flew her in, she fuck me ’til she leave (uh)
She done fell in love, I’m sellin’ dreams
I done fell in love with buyin’ jeans (jeans)
Hate I found a love for sippin’ lean
Hellcat faster than a Demon
New G-Wagon with no key
Put baguettes in my AP
I ain’t playin’, I’m out they league
Niggas know I play for keeps
Treat my brothers like they me
Had to make myself a boss, it ain’t no nigga workin’ me
I invest a couple mil’ and let my money work for me
Know they hate the way it happened, probably somewhere cursin’ me
I don’t know nothing ’bout no killin’, all I know is murder beats
I got rich and understand my next three cars gon’ be a lease
I ain’t never losin’ sleep about no beef, I roll in peace
I put diamonds in my teeth
Came from grindin’ in the streets
Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it
Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall, they need their freedom
When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me
Once it’s up it’s stuck, we get over on niggas not get even
Forgiatto rims on my dually I rock diesel
Only rock Amiris with my team not no Diesel
Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles
She keep sayin’ I’m the man and she boostin’ up my ego
Still in Atlanta sellin’ bags like they legal, I’m just sayin’ (yeah)

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How you try to run off with the wave and you ain’t surfin’
Gave ’em all the drip, and nigga still actin’ thirsty
I ain’t even counted up, you see what I’m worth, yeah
All I know is put it up and keep on workin’
I can’t even hold you, I been gettin’ loaded
Devil on my shoulders
God got my back, so I keep on rollin’, yeah

Droptop McLaren (ooh)
Everybody starin’ (lookin’)
Lil’ one from the hood, turned into the man
Get a lot of money
Try to stuff it in my pants
I might do the “whoa, ” nigga, I don’t dance
Rings on my hand, cost a fortune
Shout out to my mama, no abortion (what’s up?)
D-Boy, white Air Forces, different kinda bags, I got choices
And I got the swag for a loyal ticket
Think I’m hearin’ voices in my head sayin’, “Kill him”
Know she’ll forgive me, I’m one of the real ones
Really from the trenches turn a dollar to a nickel
Baddest of the baddest, guess I got a way to pick ’em
Try us, then we smash ’em, then they go to playin’ victim (kill ’em)
I don’t know what happened all I know is he got hit up
I’ma need a napkin, chain drippin’ VVs lit up
I’ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (get up)
We be gon’ beat the trial, I told lil’ brother do some sit-ups (push up)
Win-win-win, no lose or draw, I never give up (nah)
Nigga, what you bangin’? What you claimin’? Throw that shit up (4 Baby)

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How you try to run off with the wave and you ain’t surfin’
Gave ’em all the drip, and nigga still actin’ thirsty
I ain’t even counted up, you see what I’m worth, yeah
All I know is put it up and keep on workin’
I can’t even hold you, I been gettin’ loaded
Devil on my shoulders
God got my back, so I keep on rollin’, yeah

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