Smino, JID, Kenny Beats - Baguetti lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino, JID, Kenny Beats - Baguetti lyrics]
I need a minute to meditate
Gimme a second, babe full of regret
I been stressin' on everything
So I'm a need everything, anything
Pocket change
Let it bang (Bang) , let it bang (Bang)
It's a freedom sound, let it bang (Bang)
Let it bang (Bang) , let it bang (Bang)
It's a freedom sound, let it bang
(yeah, check)
(Ahh, roof)
Man, I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, sped right to you
All you do is talk, that's all you do
That's all you do
She said "I need a mani' and pedi', bae"
(Oh, damn)
Girl, that's yo' man? He so petty, dang
(Damn) i do not roll up no regular
My name ain't Reggie, I regulate
I feel like Dave
Wait you (You) talkin' 'bout reggie? (Huh?)
Pull up on yo ass, wedgie
I got the glow down in my belly
I been eatin' baguetti
I threw a TD on TV, I'm TD jakes
(Mmm, mmm, "And God said")
"He ain't gon' never gon' leave me
He won't forsake me" (God is able, yeah)
Wow, preach, preacher, I love it
Duck back, divy up the ducats
You ain't put a penny in a bucket
Pass the plate around, Last Supper (Roof)
Lotta shit changed since last summer but
I need a minute to meditate
Gimme a second, babe full of regret
I been stressin' on everything
So I'm a need everything, anything
Pocket change
Let it bang (Bang) , let it bang (Bang)
It's a freedom sound, let it bang (Bang)
Let it bang (Bang) , let it bang (Bang)
It's a freedom sound, let it bang
(yeah, check)
(Ahh, roof)
Man, I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, sped right to you
All you do is talk, that's all you do
(That's all you do)
Can I holla, holla, uh, yeah, look
Can I holla, holla, holla, holla at you
Hallelujah, girl, you a jalapeña
You the hottest hollow points in the Nina
How you doin'? How you been? How you livin'?
I ain't seent you in a minute (What's good?)
Grind hard, I been in and out of cities
Rippin' and trippin' and killin' the bigots
(Rippin' and trippin' and killin' the bigots)
You know your favorite ain't
Fuckin' with Jiddeth
(You know your favorite ain't
Fuckin' with Jiddeth) they're takin' flavor
They'll come to the city
And push it to labels with the majors
And you thinkin' you made it
But aha, don't play yourself
Born and raised here
Been a slave in a grave
I'll prolly decay here
You would know what I mean
If you came from here but this all I'ma say
"Welcome to the A"
(Welcome to the A) , East Atlanta
I was playin' with clay, hit the
Three, Curry with the pot, with the D
Fifty shots sendin', sheesh
Call the cops, get the sheets
Bullets bounce to the beat
(Bullets bounce to the beat)
Don't announce you a freak
We accounted for, be accountable
Gotta get the money (Gotta get the money)
Move a mountain for it
Going through the forest
I'm a wild boy on a wild horse
Bow and arrow hit the wild boar
It's a feast, a mild score
I pack up the sheets and pile for it
Take the charge and fall, power forward
Hit the stage, break a leg like Paul George
(Paul George, yeah)
Out in Bali ballin' in my ball shorts
(Ball, oh)
Heard he hate me, no sweat off my balls, boy
(Pray, hol' up)
I need a minute to meditate (Me too)
Gimme a second, babe full of regret
I been stressin' on everything (Me too)
So I'm a need everything, anything
Pocket change
Let it bang (Bang) , let it bang (Bang)
It's a freedom sound, let it bang (Bang)
Let it bang
(Bang, pew, pew, pew) , let it bang (Bang)
It's a freedom sound, let it bang
(yeah, check)
(Ahh, roof)
Man, I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, sped right to you
All you do is talk, that's all you do
(That's all you do)
That's all you do (That's all you do)