Lil Baby - Crush a Lot lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Lil Baby - Crush a Lot lyrics]

Cook that shit up, Quay

I can't fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin' crazy, givin' ’em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em

Ain't no back and forth with no bitches
This ain’t tennis
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin' ’bout bitches
I promise we hit 'em i flooded my wrist
Let the bros split a million
At this point I'm heartless I
Ain't got no feelings
Buy every building in the
Hood for my children like a Drake song
Got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y'all
You couldn't be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I'm at the vibe with the spot
This the creep house
Lil' shawty suck it like she
Just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip
You can't see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches
See what they be 'bout

Ain't no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil', then it's times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon' all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm
This shit reckless
He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox
Really came from nothin'
Only ride with my security because
I can't be armed
Can't get caught with another gun
They gon' know me when I'm gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It's like a switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone
Do my job, ain't see no wrong
I'm never talkin' on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
I'ma give it to them niggas every time

I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em

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