ฟังเพลงCrush A Lot

Crush A Lot - Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Chris Rosser

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Chris Rosser

Cook that s**t up Quay

I can't f**k with shawty no she didn't tell

Trim s**t she look like Draya Michele

I been goin' crazy givin' them hell

She ain't tryin' to go with me I'ma pay her

I crush a lot baby girl I'ma player

Connect the dots then I plug up the scale

If we get caught they gon' give me the chair

F**k the law make them earn what they pay 'em

Ain't no back and forth with no b***hes intended

Rolls Royce truck b***h it ain't rented

And they braggin' about b***hes

I'm probably hit 'em

I've flooded my wrist let the bros split a million

At this point I'm heartless

I ain't got no feelings

But every building in the hood for my children

Like a Drake song got your vibe feelin' groovy

With no phone we can make us a movie

I ain't in my bag I still got my feet out

If we want to smoke with y'all you can be out

Free the bros buy my s**t out the kiosk

I'm at the VIE with a spot just to creep out

Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out

5 tint on the whip you can't see out of it

Ready to 'set it off' queen Latifah

These n***as talk like b***hes

See what they be 'bout

I can't f**k with shawty no she didn't tell

Trim s**t she look like Draya Michele

I been goin' crazy givin' them hell

She ain't tryin' to go with me I'ma pay her

I crush a lot baby girl I'ma player

Connect the dots then I plug up the scale

If we get caught they gon' give me the chair

F**k the law make them earn what they pay 'em

No complainin' the money coming in

Put it all up do it all again

First you get a mil' then it's times ten

Youngest out the crew AMG Benz

Stand up like a man take it on the chin

They got consequences in this life of sin

Laugh about it go in Gucci spend a ten

When you come home we gon' all win

Goin' in the club and make it thunderstorm

This s**t reckless he gon' knock you off with his Rollie on

Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox

Really came from nothin'

Only ride with my security because

I can't be armed

Can't get caught with another gun

They gon' know me when I'm gone

Hear my pain inside my songs

It's like a switch I cut it off

Pills kick in gettin' in my zone

Do my job and sing along

I'm never talkin' on them phones

Feds gon' try to do us wrong

They ain't got my n***a long

Lately I just been alone

My cup my strap this microphone

Nobody know what's goin' on

I'm glad I made it off the road

Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble

Ever since I've been rolling dice

They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice

I'ma give it to them n***as every time

I can't f**k with shawty no she didn't tell

Trim s**t she look like Draya Michele

I been goin' crazy givin' them hell

She ain't tryin' to go with me I'ma pay her

I crush a lot baby girl I'ma player

Connect the dots then I plug up the scale

If we get caught they gon' give me the chair

F**k the law make them earn what they pay 'em

Pay 'em

Pay 'em

Pay 'em