Hummingbird - BabyChiefDoit.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Jayden Whittier-Jones
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Alijah Fowler/Kirill Kopashilin/Christian Derrick McDonald
[00:00.00]Fox you comin’ brazy brotha
[00:00.67]??
[00:00.97]Damn Drako made this
[00:02.04]Slatt
[00:02.83]??
[00:03.44]Big BabyChief will do it man
[00:04.28]Animals only
[00:05.47]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
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[00:10.58]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow, brraow, brraow)
[00:13.25]Slatt
[00:14.36]Every year we upgrade our artillery, next year ima bounce out with a missile
[00:18.06]I ain’t like how that bitch shot too slow gettin’ off so I modificated my pistol
[00:21.84]Ain’t been home in weeks the hoes in the Raq keep saying I miss you
[00:25.56]Soon as I come back just drop yo’ dot and I’m coming to get you
[00:27.99]Let me make shit clear, crystal
[00:29.83]Tatt my name and you gon’ be official
[00:31.75]They keep gassing him up he thinking he tough and til’ his ass get popped like a pimple
[00:35.53]She got a head on her that girl be sucking the meat off the gristle
[00:39.14]Bitch ass boy be making these posts about me but not pressing the issue
[00:42.92]We don’t **** with them n****s, we all wanna kill em so why is you liking they posts
[00:46.85]The rap game been ****ed up ever since they let BabyChief through the door
[00:50.45]They could play my music back to back and I bet you it don’t get old
[00:54.06]I speak on what I know I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna rap no more (**** this shit)
[00:57.94]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
[01:00.56]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
[01:03.11]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow, brraow, brraow)
[01:05.80]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
[01:07.41]I feel like I was born to walk up clap my strap till he fall on the floor
[01:11.23]Really show n****s aggression, ruthless standing ovation clapping some more
[01:14.97]Last time I went to that bitch house, I seen a big ass roach
[01:18.73]It’s finna get cold finna walk with a big ass chop in a big ass coat
[01:21.88]Slatt, If I ain’t that n**** who is?
[01:24.08]Tell me if I didn’t do it, who did?
[01:26.54]I ran this shit up in just three months where you think Ima be in some years? (I’m that guy)
[01:30.40]When n**** had asked us who want smoke, n**** I volunteered
[01:33.47]Shit that be forcing my hands to do, I hope God forgive
[01:36.98]Poker face gotta hide my tears, better hide your wife better hide your kids
[01:40.91]Cuz they don’t give a **** who outside first face they catch they snatching the lids
[01:43.95]Sprinter, bail out the back of the van
[01:46.22]Killer cuz’ done downed a man
[01:48.06]All of a sudden it’s **** ChiefDoIt a second ago them n****s was fans
[01:51.69]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
[01:54.25]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
[01:56.81]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow, brraow, brraow)
[01:59.48]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
[02:01.12]This shit ain’t real I’d rather them hate my guts than show fake love
[02:04.75]They down so many points we don’t gotta try, we just blew out them n****s for fun
[02:08.35]Dumping at his ass n’ I’m watching him run
[02:10.46]Can’t cuff no bitch these hoes ain’t nun
[02:12.44]This bitch smoking balls, she calling my phone talking ‘bout we having a son
[02:16.14]Like what, like what?
[02:17.92]Bitch, no
[02:19.34]I damn near got everything I want, but somehow I need more
[02:22.95]Runnin’ his trap soon as i get the lo
[02:25.26]Doo doo doo doo it’s a knock at the door
[02:27.48]Put the drac’ to his face watch his ass hit the floor
[02:29.82]Shut up, bitch I need bowls
[02:31.98]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
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[02:37.10]Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow)
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文本歌词
作词 : Jayden Whittier-Jones
作曲 : Alijah Fowler/Kirill Kopashilin/Christian Derrick McDonald
Fox you comin’ brazy brotha
??
Damn Drako made this
Slatt
??
Big BabyChief will do it man
Animals only
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow, brraow, brraow)
Slatt
Every year we upgrade our artillery, next year ima bounce out with a missile
I ain’t like how that bitch shot too slow gettin’ off so I modificated my pistol
Ain’t been home in weeks the hoes in the Raq keep saying I miss you
Soon as I come back just drop yo’ dot and I’m coming to get you
Let me make shit clear, crystal
Tatt my name and you gon’ be official
They keep gassing him up he thinking he tough and til’ his ass get popped like a pimple
She got a head on her that girl be sucking the meat off the gristle
Bitch ass boy be making these posts about me but not pressing the issue
We don’t **** with them n****s, we all wanna kill em so why is you liking they posts
The rap game been ****ed up ever since they let BabyChief through the door
They could play my music back to back and I bet you it don’t get old
I speak on what I know I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna rap no more (**** this shit)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow, brraow, brraow)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I feel like I was born to walk up clap my strap till he fall on the floor
Really show n****s aggression, ruthless standing ovation clapping some more
Last time I went to that bitch house, I seen a big ass roach
It’s finna get cold finna walk with a big ass chop in a big ass coat
Slatt, If I ain’t that n**** who is?
Tell me if I didn’t do it, who did?
I ran this shit up in just three months where you think Ima be in some years? (I’m that guy)
When n**** had asked us who want smoke, n**** I volunteered
Shit that be forcing my hands to do, I hope God forgive
Poker face gotta hide my tears, better hide your wife better hide your kids
Cuz they don’t give a **** who outside first face they catch they snatching the lids
Sprinter, bail out the back of the van
Killer cuz’ done downed a man
All of a sudden it’s **** ChiefDoIt a second ago them n****s was fans
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow, brraow, brraow)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
This shit ain’t real I’d rather them hate my guts than show fake love
They down so many points we don’t gotta try, we just blew out them n****s for fun
Dumping at his ass n’ I’m watching him run
Can’t cuff no bitch these hoes ain’t nun
This bitch smoking balls, she calling my phone talking ‘bout we having a son
Like what, like what?
Bitch, no
I damn near got everything I want, but somehow I need more
Runnin’ his trap soon as i get the lo
Doo doo doo doo it’s a knock at the door
Put the drac’ to his face watch his ass hit the floor
Shut up, bitch I need bowls
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm slatt (brraow)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm