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Russian Roulette- Lil Baby lyrics

Russian roulette lyrics
Know my grandma happy, finally got my shit togetherTold bro we’ll take the town if we just stick togetherEvery time bro catch a bid, we do that shit togetherI know he got two phones, but I still sent a letter‘Cause I know how that feelDon’t compare me to no other rapper, I feel like my shit realFrontin’ bows and fuckin’ niggas hoes before I got a dealIt’s love for sure, but you done broke the code, I don’t know how to feelAnd I ain’t told nobody no for real since I got a mil’, I’m tied inAnother bloody summer in Atlanta, done lost five friendsMama told me that water was cold, I still had dived inNever let a nigga take me out, it’s beef, we dine inDog done lost his mind, I pray to God to help him find itI was in a dark spot but I came back and I broke the knotRemixin’ my country boy for a profit, now a nigga run the chargeI don’t need your comment, nahThis the shit that I live for, at least five niggas that’ll kill for meHundred racks for my kid lawyerIt ain’t my fault she don’t got moralsI got rich, that’s my life storyI left the streets in a paddy wagon, I came back and got right to itNever question my loyalty, if it’s that deep, then don’t do itSeem to go my hardest when I’m goin’ through it
Through with that, said I’m done but then I doubled backAre you dumb? You the one, and I’m because of thatFirearm always on me, I be clutchin’ thatKnow I’m wrong, how the fuck we playin’ Russian rouletteAll my life, I had to fight, I feel like MikeShootouts every other week, we had thatBitches every other night, I’m past thatI’ma always play my part, give a fuck ’bout no awards and shit
I still ain’t drop my hardest shitI’m tryna get on some artist shit, my mind still in the ‘partmentsMy accountant say I need to slow it down with these Dior garmentsClose my eyes and think about where I come from when I’m performin’I’m on top of every dime, I check my balance every mornin’I’m relaxin’ with a bad one, they be askin’, can they join usAnd my left wrist on Crip, nigga, these bracelets sixty pointersIn the Maybachs back to back on the Southside, it was me and WunnaI’m puttin’ on for my people themSay the wrong words, we deletin’ himNo doubt about it, they believe in himWon’t let ’em down, I promiseI really cried when Marlo died, I felt it all in my stomachOn the same shit that I been on, I ain’t never switchin’ my formulaI remember they made fun of me, can’t beef with nobody under meThese lil’ niggas should honor me, I’m way up on ’em honestlyFour building’s in the last month, I’m boostin’ up my economyFour million, that was this week, which one of y’all wanna come for me? Yeah
Through with that, said I’m done but then I doubled backAre you dumb? You the one, and I’m because of thatFirearm always on me, I be clutchin’ thatKnow I’m wrong, how the fuck we playin’ Russian rouletteAll my life, I had to fight, I feel like MikeShootouts every other week, we had thatBitches every other night, I’m past thatI’ma always play my part, give a fuck ’bout no awards and shit
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