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Shorty my Beyoncé |
Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ |
Shorty my Beyoncé |
Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ |
My Beyoncé |
[Verse 3: Lil Durk] |
You and I |
White dress, flowers, and a suit and tie |
Me and you like Bonnie and Clyde |
No beat the case, we're do or die |
Who am I to say you ain't natural? |
Your haters my haters, ain't switchin' up, baby, I got you |
I'm with her like a tattoo |
The way you wear that dress, they gon' attack you |
The way you look at me, baby, I got you |
I hit it from the front, I like the back too |
She say, "Lay down so I can ride you" |
I know that she fiending |
She scratchin' my back, I like how she screamin' |
I fuck her and leave her, she fiending |
Shawty my Beyoncé |
[Chorus: Lil Durk] |
Ooh, I like the way she move |
Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth |
Together we cool, me and her can't lose |
Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused |
Shorty my Beyoncé |
Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ |
Shorty my Beyoncé |
Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ |
My Beyoncé |
[Outro: Lil Durk] |
Ooh, ooh |
Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ |
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3 Headed Goat[Intro] |
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[Chorus: Lil Baby] |
These ain't no Guess jeans |
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me |
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me |
Still riding 'round with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me |
Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street |
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded |
He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless |
We in Miami in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis |
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key |
[Verse 1: Lil Durk] |
I cannot mention my homies inside of my song 'cause I know they be trappin' a lot |
I can't keep takin' these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot |
I know a nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot |
I know some niggas who said that they took down the city, but niggas be lackin' a lot |
Yeah |
That shit was awful, nigga had that dog food |
That day they shot you, I slid on a Mongoose |
You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me, I cannot forget |
The police was lyin', they say that they caught you, but nigga, they made you admit |
Your name was found, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch |
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (Turn up) |
[Verse 2: Lil Baby] |
Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur |
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder |
Niggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy, that's my shit like I wrote it |
[Verse 3: Polo G] |
Uh |
These rappers really nice as hell |
I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off |
Man, he say he gon' press up on who? |
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul |
Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg |
I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl |
Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals |
I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls |
Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking 'bout? |
I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me |
I don't know who could fuck with me honestly |
They know I'm the man, so they watchin' me |
Different color bands like Monopoly |
Man, he must not be usin' his head |
If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me |
That's like suicide if you play with us |
Got a better chance at the lottery |
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep |
Make the crowd dance, choreography |
Once I got a plan, ain't no stoppin' me |
Three-car garage, million-dollar crib |
With a foreign bitch ridin' on top of me |
Lot of people done said I wouldn't be shit |
Well, I guess they owe me an apology |
[Chorus: Lil Baby] |
These ain't no Guess jeans |
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me |
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me |