Bbno$, So Loki - fragile lyrics

bbno$ [Alexander Gumuchian]

[Bbno$, So Loki - fragile lyrics]

Lentra the god

One bag, two bag need mo' hands
So I'm breaking up with diamonds
Yeah this baby needs some bands
Sipping coffee, don't do xans
I don't really need to try it
Hit the thrift, spend a rack
30 bucks for my whole outfit
I signed that shit, I sold that fit
I'll make these pennies till I'm rich
I'll write a hit like really quick
I see that bag, I'll grab and dip
That yellow drum with sticky tips
I ain't a poser, want my clip
I skip the script, my chain go drip
This baby get some money i'm just a kid

I’m feelin' fragile all up in my moods
Do it cause I’m bossy
Never do it for the views
Tryna live frosty, now it’s all I wanna do
Actin' like I love myself, know a boy do
I got a voice and I’m feelin' it, yuh
Rolls Royce, more like IKEA bed, yuh
I got vintage jeans, oh yuh
I never ever bought Supreme, oh yuh
When I get famous, tell me what my name is
Spell it on the pavement
When I get famous, tell me what my name is
Spell it on the pavement b-A-B-Y
B-O-Y, yuh baby boy comin' with the fire
Knew I’d always rise and go higher
But never thought I’d turn into Messiah

One bag, two bag need mo' hands
So I'm breaking up with diamonds
Yeah this baby needs some bands
Sipping coffee, don't do xan's
I don't really need to try it
Hit the thrift, spend a rack
30 bucks for my whole outfit
I signed that shit, I sold that fit
I'll make these pennies till I'm rich
I'll write a hit like really quick
I see that bag I'll grab and dip
That yellow drum with sticky tips
I ain't a poser, want my clip
I skip the script, my chain go drip
This baby get some money i'm just a kid

I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid
Running after money, I can feel it in my ribs
'Cause I'm fragile
Too much on my card, now I'm locked out
I got nothing at all, nothing at all
Nothing at all
I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole
I might be an asshole

Yeah my momma always told me
I gotta get my bags up, push back
Push my legs up
Whatever happened to my pay stubs
I need them raised up, 'cause I be fragile
I hope I hold up and I do not know
What I think about all these other rappers
Can't you be yourself and
Leave the drugs behind
We already got them actors
Might just fuck around, write a book
So go read on my chapter
Do this shit for fun and all that cash
And that the shit that matters

One bag, two bag need mo' hands
So I'm breaking up with diamonds yeah
This baby needs some bands
Sipping coffee, don't do xan's
I don't really need to try it
Hit the thrift, spend a rack
30 bucks for my whole outfit
I signed that shit, I sold that fit
I'll make these pennies till I'm rich
I'll write a hit like really quick
I see that bag I'll grab and dip
That yellow drum with sticky tips
I ain't a poser, want my clip
I skip the script, my chain go drip
This baby get some money i'm just a kid

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