DaBaby - AMAZING GRACE lyrics
DaBaby [Jonathan Lyndale Kirk] Cleveland, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DaBaby - AMAZING GRACE lyrics]
A nigga barely read the scripture
But I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure nigga, thank you, God
it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you
See roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same
I still ain't feelin' you
Give a fuck about your
Feelings, pussy nigga, shit
I got feelings too (Let's go)
Nigga, we was broke
(How broke you was?) , shit
We had to steal our food
We cut like that, steal from us, shit
We rob niggas too
First time I ever robbed a plug, nigga
I was still in school (Like seventeen)
I'll take your gun, trade yo' shit
Come back wit' a different tool (yeah)
I don't want that ho
Ain't coming back, bitch
I got a different boo (Huh?)
Say I sound the same 'til my new shit
Dropped and they heard me switch the groove
I don't play both sides, you
Ain't one of mines
I don't like to pick and choose
A nigga barely read the
Scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure nigga, thank you, God
It's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you
See roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same
I still ain't feelin' you (Ayy, pop yo shit)
And no, I ain't feelin' these niggas
I'm numb
Before I blew up, did my shows with a gun
Still can go city to city
Alone with my jewelry on
This ain't what you want
Treat this bitch like a cold
When it's cold outside (Okay)
I got it on, it ain't in the trunk
Soon as I feel it's a threat, I'ma dump
(Bop, bop, bop)
You can play for the internet
You know what's up
Rock out a show and I leave with a slut
(Let's go)
So many bitches want a lil' nigga
Can't fit 'em inside of the truck
I ain't no beginner and this shit ain't luck
I don't like the library, but, nigga
I'm booked (yeah)
Damn, he done got full of his self
Stick out his hand and it
Ain't gon' get shook
A bitch say my name and I don't even look
A nigga barely read the
Scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure nigga, thank you, God
It's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you
See roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same
I still ain't feelin' you bitch
But I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure nigga, thank you, God
it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you
See roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same
I still ain't feelin' you
Give a fuck about your
Feelings, pussy nigga, shit
I got feelings too (Let's go)
Nigga, we was broke
(How broke you was?) , shit
We had to steal our food
We cut like that, steal from us, shit
We rob niggas too
First time I ever robbed a plug, nigga
I was still in school (Like seventeen)
I'll take your gun, trade yo' shit
Come back wit' a different tool (yeah)
I don't want that ho
Ain't coming back, bitch
I got a different boo (Huh?)
Say I sound the same 'til my new shit
Dropped and they heard me switch the groove
I don't play both sides, you
Ain't one of mines
I don't like to pick and choose
A nigga barely read the
Scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure nigga, thank you, God
It's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you
See roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same
I still ain't feelin' you (Ayy, pop yo shit)
And no, I ain't feelin' these niggas
I'm numb
Before I blew up, did my shows with a gun
Still can go city to city
Alone with my jewelry on
This ain't what you want
Treat this bitch like a cold
When it's cold outside (Okay)
I got it on, it ain't in the trunk
Soon as I feel it's a threat, I'ma dump
(Bop, bop, bop)
You can play for the internet
You know what's up
Rock out a show and I leave with a slut
(Let's go)
So many bitches want a lil' nigga
Can't fit 'em inside of the truck
I ain't no beginner and this shit ain't luck
I don't like the library, but, nigga
I'm booked (yeah)
Damn, he done got full of his self
Stick out his hand and it
Ain't gon' get shook
A bitch say my name and I don't even look
A nigga barely read the
Scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure nigga, thank you, God
It's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you
See roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same
I still ain't feelin' you bitch