BabyBalmainn - London Tipton lyrics
[BabyBalmainn - London Tipton lyrics]
Know that I ain't ever speak no
Cap to you and lie
Hater blockers on so they can't
Catch my frame of mind oh that's mine
Like you hate the label you can't get a dime
So quit the crying, yeah
If I rock basic, she drip water, yeah
We sick for cash, a full disorder, yeah
Protect my brand, I will move smarter, yeah
And none of the favors she do will
Be the reason that I spoil her
I just been shopping and
Copping whatever I think
Finna look good on your feet you popping
You popping I think you'll look
Good in a mink bundles of bands by the sink
Like when we retire gone cop that
Lil crib by the beach
Name that bitch bed by the sea
Before they knew, me and blues was in sync
They ain't never gave the chances to us
So we went and took it see why they mad
They bag and bitches done got
Took from them by rookies
Beg to calm down when she see
Me pull up on my bully from a small town
Probably go on X and give you all my children
Shoot like Steph, I ain't talking London
Fly her out book her at the Tipton
Bottle rozay, bottle over me
I'm the boss like a Maybach song
Haters worship all the ground you step on
Drugs done got them knocked that's
Why we slept on be my main thing
Have me through the grit and grain
Good neighbor was there no State Farm
Roll up that loud and I blaze it
Couldn't express how I feel that's outrageous
Told her be low with your payments
Know they be watching the
Amount that you making
I'm the one really need saving
All the words spoken on me made them ate it
All it took for us was patience
Can't see myself living without
You being adjacent (Next to me)
Yeah that's right
Cap to you and lie
Hater blockers on so they can't
Catch my frame of mind oh that's mine
Like you hate the label you can't get a dime
So quit the crying, yeah
If I rock basic, she drip water, yeah
We sick for cash, a full disorder, yeah
Protect my brand, I will move smarter, yeah
And none of the favors she do will
Be the reason that I spoil her
I just been shopping and
Copping whatever I think
Finna look good on your feet you popping
You popping I think you'll look
Good in a mink bundles of bands by the sink
Like when we retire gone cop that
Lil crib by the beach
Name that bitch bed by the sea
Before they knew, me and blues was in sync
They ain't never gave the chances to us
So we went and took it see why they mad
They bag and bitches done got
Took from them by rookies
Beg to calm down when she see
Me pull up on my bully from a small town
Probably go on X and give you all my children
Shoot like Steph, I ain't talking London
Fly her out book her at the Tipton
Bottle rozay, bottle over me
I'm the boss like a Maybach song
Haters worship all the ground you step on
Drugs done got them knocked that's
Why we slept on be my main thing
Have me through the grit and grain
Good neighbor was there no State Farm
Roll up that loud and I blaze it
Couldn't express how I feel that's outrageous
Told her be low with your payments
Know they be watching the
Amount that you making
I'm the one really need saving
All the words spoken on me made them ate it
All it took for us was patience
Can't see myself living without
You being adjacent (Next to me)
Yeah that's right