Lil Baby - Seattle (Song 3) lyrics
Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Baby - Seattle Song 3 lyrics]
Cook that shit up, Quay
I can switch my watches with my mood swing
Pull up through the projects
In that new thing
She just gave me head she got some good brain
Give her couple dollars 'just my new
Chain a thousand or two
I can show you what a thousand will do
Call the plug tell him pull up
With a thousand or two i got family to feed
I got niggas say they need me
Got a lot of shit on my plate
But I ain't tripping cause I'm greedy
They got my lil nigga worried
Cause his daughter she obese
She a premature baby and the
Doctor say she need 'em
He got fees but he don't got
Money but he got ski masks
And he got a black 45
Screaming "need more cash"
A nigga ask me do I got some murder for hire
Lovin' on a bitch I prolly
Won't know her tomorrow
My lil partner from the westside
Caught a murder case
Say his lawyer want a hundred but he got 50k
Told me that he had a feeling he was halfway
Told him I got the other fifty
I don't want no games, no games
I don't play no games I'm going straight up
I just want my muthafuckin paper
On the private jet me DT Tiger gangsta
Tryna go into the lands and get this paper
Running through the land like I'm 6-0
You had to tap in I was
Get it when it wrapped in racks in
I was running through LA at All
Star getting a pack in
You was getting extorted heard the
Homies made you tap in
And heard the homie he got-
I can switch my watches with my mood swing
Pull up through the projects
In that new thing
She just gave me head she got some good brain
Give her couple dollars 'just my new
Chain a thousand or two
I can show you what a thousand will do
Call the plug tell him pull up
With a thousand or two i got family to feed
I got niggas say they need me
Got a lot of shit on my plate
But I ain't tripping cause I'm greedy
They got my lil nigga worried
Cause his daughter she obese
She a premature baby and the
Doctor say she need 'em
He got fees but he don't got
Money but he got ski masks
And he got a black 45
Screaming "need more cash"
A nigga ask me do I got some murder for hire
Lovin' on a bitch I prolly
Won't know her tomorrow
My lil partner from the westside
Caught a murder case
Say his lawyer want a hundred but he got 50k
Told me that he had a feeling he was halfway
Told him I got the other fifty
I don't want no games, no games
I don't play no games I'm going straight up
I just want my muthafuckin paper
On the private jet me DT Tiger gangsta
Tryna go into the lands and get this paper
Running through the land like I'm 6-0
You had to tap in I was
Get it when it wrapped in racks in
I was running through LA at All
Star getting a pack in
You was getting extorted heard the
Homies made you tap in
And heard the homie he got-