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Never Hating
Lil Baby, ft. Young Thug
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Yea (yea)
Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this sh- on today, for no reason
Got something to smile about, I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a b- keep the beef up?
I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
Nail and a hammer, I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he workin', but the b- done went down some
They handle the business, I do not go around them
You can get a hunnid if you want 'em, we got -
I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they tambout?
Cars, I done did that, chains, I don't need no mo'
So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo
Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on f- up the Forgi's, take the rims off
The way she -, like she tryna take the s-
Bro 'nem, in the striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out
Don't bark up this tree, I make a - knock his limb off
Thousand dollar after every road, that's what they hittin' for
All I do is -, I done turned her to a -
FN's, blackouts, Gen 5's, Gen 4's
Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folks
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F- I look like having smoke with my mini-me's?
N- gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' sh-
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This sh- ain't gon' stop until they bury us
Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
See sum I like, no police, so I'ma cop it
Don't follow my page, I post racks every day
For these n- and b- that's counting my pockets (woo)
Hurdle this b- in Huaraches
Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF Ced they got smoked like a rasta
Trenches with me, something seem suspicious, something seeming fishy
I'm Four Pockets Full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'
Foh Foh Foh Foh, this sound, sound delicious
You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cooking
Woop, woop, litty, can't abort the mission, b-, I got addictions
I don't do photo pictures, keep it low and with me
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F- I look like having smoke with my mini-me's?
N- gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' sh-
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This sh- ain't gon' stop until they bury us
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