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Li Li Like

by Boe Rilla

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  • English (English)
  • Français (French)
  • Español (Spanish)

L-O-E, yeah, Rilla, talk that shit, man Bitch, I heard niggas said I ain't really lit li, li,like Like I ain't pop out fresh home band up heavy on drip li, li, like Like I ain't show these niggas how to bust a brick down, flood the whole strip li, li, like Like I aint start gettin money and aint stop gettin money ever since li, li, like Niggas actin' li, li, like, I ain't really grind for this shit Like I ain't put in work and do time for this shit Like I ain't put everything on the line for this shit Like I wasn't really spending too nine for this shit Crazy part about it is I ain't really trippin' Cause I'm really bout it, I don't need the recognition I've been on a mission, all a nigga know is get it Switchin' lanes word to Tory, I ain't been broke in a minute I be juggin', li, li, like a nigga on the come up Time is really money and I ain't getting no younger I had to put the money overall like a jumper Speeding on the road to riches, I'm burning rubber My nigga, I really ball for the summer, Then I get it all back in the winter Royalty is when you make it to the top But loyalty is when you come back for your niggas I got some homies in graves, a few in da can Met niggas in prison dat knew how to scam Spending da yard, they gave me the method On ways I could run up a few hundred bands Then I went home, checked in with parole Then got on the road as soon as I can Ran up a check, sent it home UPS And told wifey to hit me as soon as it land Pieces was hittin' in two different states Runnin' in and out of three different banks Bank of America, TD and Chase I never thought that I'd be seeing this cake Who would've thought they'd see me in a wraith No more ramen noodles, we eatin' steak Bitches ain't notice us when we was starving Now they see us ballin' like we in the A Purple Haze with the gold bottles Don't I look like I paid for the Lakers On a different timin all my shit designer My Balenciaga's got no laces Money by the bundle, I cannot be humble with it I gotta shit on my haters You niggas is boring, I'm standing on top of the foreign Like, nigga, we made it Bitch, I heard niggas said I ain't really lit li, li, like Like I ain't pop out fresh home band up heavy on drip li, li, like Like I ain't show these niggas how to bust a brick down flood the whole strip li, li, like Like I ain't start gettin' money and ain't stop gettin' money ever since li, li, like Bitch, I heard niggas said I ain't really lit li, li, like Like I ain't pop out fresh home band up Heavy on drip li, li, like Like I ain't show these niggas how to bust a brick down, flood the whole strip li, li, like Like I ain't start gettin' money and ain't stop gettin' money ever since li, li, like Niggas actin' li, li, like, I ain't really play the trap Make them racks, spend it all, make it back Servin' fiends, catchin' plays, up for days No time to be takin' naps In the jungle where the snakes is at Even little niggas playin' with beams And I ain't talkin' bout laser tag I'm just tryin' to make it out the streets, so I stay off the beef so I can focus on a major bag But they say that G's movin' silent, so when I'm wit wifey she won't hear my phone ring I got a baddie I met juggin' OT she don't be makin' that hot, keep it low-key Shorty get crazy, her head really OD She say she miss me, I tell her to show me Sent her a Uber, she comin to throat me Put it in her mouth and she eat the whole thing I'm goin' ape shit, you niggas basic Life is a gamble and you niggas acin' I'm gettin' money, you niggas is hatin' Stay away from me, that shit is contagious Do me a favor, don't do me no favors They wasn't jackin' me, now I'm they favorite Mix the patron with the rose got me wasted Movin' like I'm in the Matrix Feelin' like I'm bout to throw up Stuffin' Zaza in a roll up I got Harlem on my back So I put Lincoln on my shoulders I was in the kitchen whippin', whippin' work up with the soda, ain't no Coca-Cola I be flyin' with the jets But bitch im ape'n word to koba Bitch I heard niggas said I aint really lit li, li, like Like I ain't pop out, fresh home band up, heavy on drip li, li, like Like I ain't show these niggas how to Bust a brick down, flood the whole strip li, li, like Like I ain't start gettin' money and ain't stop gettin' money ever since li, li, like

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