3 Headed Goat - Lil Durk/Lil Baby.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Durk Banks/Rahshan Kyles/Kenneth Gilmore/Dominique Jones/Taurus Tremani Bartlett
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Durk Banks/Polo G/Rahshan Kyles/Kenneth Keshawn Gilmore
[00:06.591] (Aviator)
[00:12.918] These ain't no Guess jeans
[00:14.363] I dropped out of school
[00:15.177] I'm still good at math
[00:16.031] But, n!gga, don't test me
[00:17.731] I played to the left, they went to the right
[00:19.346] They tried to finesse me
[00:21.547] Still riding 'round with that blicky
[00:22.665] I hope they don't catch me
[00:24.989] Police had raided our spot
[00:25.868] So we went to the next street
[00:27.963] Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop
[00:29.520] I'm goin' retarded
[00:31.220] He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage
[00:32.756] I'm rich regardless
[00:34.575] We in Miami in the middle of the winter
[00:36.083] And we on them jet skis
[00:37.961] If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat
[00:39.388] And I'm workin' the red key
[00:39.859] I cannot mention my homies inside of my song
[00:41.950] 'Cause I know they be trappin' a lot
[00:43.374] I can't keep takin' these pills
[00:44.363] When I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot
[00:46.657] I know a n!gga who say he got rich off the d0pe
[00:48.564] But I know he be actin' a lot
[00:50.066] I know some n!ggas who said that
[00:51.275] They took down the city
[00:52.004] But n!ggas be lackin' a lot, yeah
[00:54.479] That sh!t was awful, n!gga had that dog food
[00:57.842] That day they shot you, I slid on a Mongoose
[01:00.655] You cannot come back around me
[01:01.566] You turned your back on me, I cannot forget
[01:03.788] The police was lyin', they say that they caught you
[01:05.464] But n!gga, they made you admit
[01:07.111] Your name was found, you put in that work
[01:08.816] They took your stick, you a b!tch
[01:10.455] Fxck my opps, they be on my d!ck
[01:12.131] They all be mad we rich (Turn up)
[01:14.440] Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss
[01:16.128] Ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
[01:17.754] I don't sell d**gs, still be paranoid
[01:19.480] Keep lookin' over my shoulder
[01:21.118] N!ggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy
[01:22.811] That's my sh!t like I wrote it, uh
[01:26.549] These rappers really nice as hell
[01:28.226] I'm a different n!gga when I'm pissed off
[01:29.931] Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
[01:31.525] I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
[01:33.217] Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg
[01:34.799] I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl
[01:36.402] Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals
[01:38.093] I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls
[01:39.815] Turn it off, what the fxck is he talking 'bout?
[01:41.438] I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me
[01:43.138] I don't know who could fxck with me honestly
[01:44.773] They know I'm the man, so they watchin' me
[01:46.483] Different color bands like Monopoly
[01:48.106] Man, he must not be usin' his head
[01:49.779] If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me
[01:51.514] That's like suicide if you play with us
[01:53.256] Got a better chance at the lottery
[01:54.979] Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
[01:56.721] Make the crowd dance, choreography
[01:58.245] Once I got a plan, ain't no stoppin' me
[01:59.986] Three-car garage, million-dollar crib
[02:01.621] With a foreign b!tch ridin' on top of me
[02:03.224] Lot of people done said I wouldn't be sh!t
[02:04.916] Well, I guess they owe me an apology
[02:06.916] These ain't no Guess jeans
[02:08.441] I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
[02:10.065] But, n!gga, don't test me
[02:11.818] I played to the left, they went to the right
[02:13.442] They tried to finesse me
[02:15.637] Still riding 'round with that blicky
[02:16.849] I hope they don't catch me
[02:19.030] Police had raided our spot
[02:20.041] So we went to the next street
[02:21.922] Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop
[02:23.570] I'm goin' retarded
[02:25.160] He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage
[02:26.924] I'm rich regardless
[02:28.609] We in Miami in the middle of the winter
[02:30.081] And we on them jet skis
[02:31.949] If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat
[02:33.667] And I'm workin' the red key

文本歌词

作词 : Durk Banks/Rahshan Kyles/Kenneth Gilmore/Dominique Jones/Taurus Tremani Bartlett
作曲 : Dominique Jones/Durk Banks/Polo G/Rahshan Kyles/Kenneth Keshawn Gilmore
(Aviator)
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school
I'm still good at math
But, n!gga, 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
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 n!gga who say he got rich off the d0pe
But I know he be actin' a lot
I know some n!ggas who said that
They took down the city
But n!ggas be lackin' a lot, yeah
That sh!t was awful, n!gga 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 n!gga, they made you admit
Your name was found, you put in that work
They took your stick, you a b!tch
Fxck my opps, they be on my d!ck
They all be mad we rich (Turn up)
Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss
Ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell d**gs, still be paranoid
Keep lookin' over my shoulder
N!ggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy
That's my sh!t like I wrote it, uh
These rappers really nice as hell
I'm a different n!gga 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 fxck is he talking 'bout?
I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me
I don't know who could fxck 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 b!tch ridin' on top of me
Lot of people done said I wouldn't be sh!t
Well, I guess they owe me an apology
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
But, n!gga, 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