Paroles de la chanson Get Along par Lil Baby
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Paroles de la chanson Get Along par Lil Baby
[LUCKI]
Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe
Niggas asked for the fame, can't relate
Gettin' high in the Lam' like a date
She my twin, but we can't get along
Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s
Mud fake, probably havin' withdrawals
Got paper, that ho get a
[LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy
Got paper, that ho get along
Got paper, that ho get along
Got paper, that ho get along
[Lil Yachty]
Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe
Niggas asked for the fame, can't relate
Gettin' high in the Lam' like a date
She my twin, but we can't get along
Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s
Mud fake, probably havin' withdrawals
Got paper, that ho get a
[LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy
Got paper, that ho get along
Got paper, that ho get along
Got paper, that ho get along
[Lil Yachty]
I make a bad bitch hit notes
Me and twin get the highest for sure
We pour codeine in high doses
I don't get how a broke nigga joke
No way a nigga really want smoke
I'll fly a bitch in, won't poke her
I just want her to see me the most (What?)
Richest young niggas you know (Okay)
If it's up with me, don't post it
Need to be worried 'bout bills
Worried 'bout the fuck I'm postin'
Same young niggas I post with (Mm)
Post up, H-Town, loaded
Pretty young bitches come hold it
Big-boy faces, tote it
Movin' around focused
Slime, I'm the coldest
Slide it to bro, how I owe him? (Slatt)
Me and twin get the highest for sure
We pour codeine in high doses
I don't get how a broke nigga joke
No way a nigga really want smoke
I'll fly a bitch in, won't poke her
I just want her to see me the most (What?)
Richest young niggas you know (Okay)
If it's up with me, don't post it
Need to be worried 'bout bills
Worried 'bout the fuck I'm postin'
Same young niggas I post with (Mm)
Post up, H-Town, loaded
Pretty young bitches come hold it
Big-boy faces, tote it
Movin' around focused
Slime, I'm the coldest
Slide it to bro, how I owe him? (Slatt)
Get niggas spent like a token (Uh-huh)
[LUCKI]
Ayy, I be slimin', but I'm steady focused
She standin' on what she say, whenever I see her, I got somethin' for her (What?)
I really be livin', I'm livin in space
I'm big in the Bentley and 'Rari, I'm solar
Mind your feelings, but you in the way
We could explore, don't forget your play
I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards
I got on my cleats and I didn't even play
Talk about the world when I'm banned in SoHo
Recommend ten milligrams in a day
Twin like Blake, put a nigga on a poster
And I'm gon' autograph with my name
She said I'm perfect but I'm two-faced
She said I'm perfect but I'm two
[LUCKI]
Ayy, I be slimin', but I'm steady focused
She standin' on what she say, whenever I see her, I got somethin' for her (What?)
I really be livin', I'm livin in space
I'm big in the Bentley and 'Rari, I'm solar
Mind your feelings, but you in the way
We could explore, don't forget your play
I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards
I got on my cleats and I didn't even play
Talk about the world when I'm banned in SoHo
Recommend ten milligrams in a day
Twin like Blake, put a nigga on a poster
And I'm gon' autograph with my name
She said I'm perfect but I'm two-faced
She said I'm perfect but I'm two
[LUCKI & Veeze]
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along (What?)
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along (The label in here, I can't be fucked with)
Got paper and ho get along (Yeah, like, nigga)
Got paper and ho get along
[Veeze]
Yeah, I put the swag and all of that shit that they said, you know that they got it from me (You know that they got it from me)
I let the ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters, her body too little for me
We was just jiggin' with lean, I write up the script, man, the bro used to call me Spike Lee (What the fuck?)
I was just hittin' that bitch and I pass her to Tune and I ball hog, your feelings ain't deep
You know sent you the AR deeds
You reach for a chain, you gon' lay where I preach
He got them pints, .38, yeah, we need it (Ugh)
Say he gettin' money, where it at? I ain't see it
I'm in that cell, three-hundred and sixty-five days
Man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa (Oh, yeah)
I'm never solo, as long as that blick on my side and I squeeze it, it's feelin' like teamwork
Pullin' her weave, then buy her a bundle
Yeah, she a thot, I say I had to dub her
I'm sippin' Wock', I know that you jealous
I was just hittin' that bitch and I pass her to Tune and I ball hog, your feelings ain't deep
You know sent you the AR deeds
You reach for a chain, you gon' lay where I preach
He got them pints, .38, yeah, we need it (Ugh)
Say he gettin' money, where it at? I ain't see it
I'm in that cell, three-hundred and sixty-five days
Man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa (Oh, yeah)
I'm never solo, as long as that blick on my side and I squeeze it, it's feelin' like teamwork
Pullin' her weave, then buy her a bundle
Yeah, she a thot, I say I had to dub her
I'm sippin' Wock', I know that you jealous
I'm fuckin' first night, or holdin' a grudge
Bae, you ain't ever just seen you a group of young niggas with millions comin' like us
You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rosey
Brown in the face like niggas in a ??? (Nigga)
[Lil Baby]
Yeah, Cullinan flown like a boat on land
I don't fuck with niggas, we the Kan't Be Klan
Remember payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan' (Xan')
Sell 'em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers
I done left five M cash, we the robbers (Robbers)
I ain't seen a problem that money can't solve (Solve)
Beefin' 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog (Dog)
And I gotta tell your mama that it ain't my fault (Fault)
Bae, you ain't ever just seen you a group of young niggas with millions comin' like us
You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rosey
Brown in the face like niggas in a ??? (Nigga)
[Lil Baby]
Yeah, Cullinan flown like a boat on land
I don't fuck with niggas, we the Kan't Be Klan
Remember payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan' (Xan')
Sell 'em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers
I done left five M cash, we the robbers (Robbers)
I ain't seen a problem that money can't solve (Solve)
Beefin' 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog (Dog)
And I gotta tell your mama that it ain't my fault (Fault)
Findin' all the buttons, we preparin' for a war (War)
Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on a call (Call)
Nigga ran off, but he ain't get far (Far)
Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars (As the stars), yeah
Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on a call (Call)
Nigga ran off, but he ain't get far (Far)
Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars (As the stars), yeah
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