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lirik lagu teen spirit radio, vol. 2 – bigbabygucci

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[part i: woke up today]

[intro]
(listen to this track, b*tch)
(honorable c.n.o.t.e)
yeah, ha*ha
(you are now listening to teen spirit radio live on power ’98. thank you gucci*woo.)
forever*ever, forever
huh, forever, ha*ha, forever, ha*ha, come on
(this is a certified hood classic)
(trap*a*holics mixtapes)
come on, i swear
[verse]
woke up today to a check
she gave me neck
i’m thankin’ god ’cause i’m blessed (gucci)
better walk out with a vest and a kel*tec
these n*ggas takin’ a risk (phew*phew, phew)
grading these n*ggas like tests
better watch out ’cause these n*ggas aiming at heads
aiming at feds while you sleep up in your bed
n*ggas, they takin’ yo’ b*tch (yah*yah)
i love my shooter, he shoot from a long distance
i need money so that’s why my palms itchin’
i be tweakin’, these hoes like, “what’s wrong with ya?”
kick that ho to the curb, i need more millions
i’m controlled by this money, i think it’s voodoo
take a molly, a perc’ then i fly to pluto
i wear gucci but i be a boss like hvgo
she wan’ f*ck me ’cause i got free bands like scooter

[part ii: trusting the process]

[intro]
yeah, ayy, one*two, three*four
(h*llo, you’ve reached the teen spirit hotline, can you please hold?)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
o*o*o*o*o*oh, mmm*mmm*mmm
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
trust me, i’m trusting yo’ process
i have no owner, no object
b*tch i just came out the projects
all alone with the goonies and monsters
get a bag and i’m holdin’ it hostage
plenty thoughts on my head, they won’t go away
tryna focus on makin’ some more today
know my mama be proud of her boy today
no, i don’t know her name, i just call her bae

[verse]
and she let me beat like a 808
b*tch i’m covered in gold, i won’t fade away
i won’t stop, i need more ’til it break the plate
all this sh*t i been through, i ain’t even young
i might smoke me a pound, smoke it ’til it’s done
i’m that n*gga ’cause i am my mama son
told her i ain’t in love, she’s just f*ckin’ fun
gotta stick to the g*code
more holes than a [?], oh
shootin’ sh*t like a free throw
i been gone for a week, though (h*llo, you’ve reached the teen spirit hotline, can you please hold?)
well f*ck it ’cause i’m feelin’ marvelous
b*tch i just dropped the roof, i’m on top of it
got so much sauce, let them borrow it
you never know when tomorrow end
[chorus]
trust me, i’m trusting yo’ process
i have no owner, no object
b*tch i just came out the projects
all alone with the goonies and monsters
get a bag and i’m holdin’ it hostage
plenty thoughts on my head, they won’t go away

[part iii: true enough]

[chorus]
i’m somewhere smokin’ on a mountain, find me on my own (trap*a*holics)
you always come to me with problems, b*tch leave me alone
i’m on the go baby, but you know that it’s you i love
don’t f*ck these hoes, lil’ baby, you said that ain’t true enough
stick to the concept
i sip straight wock’ but my baby shaped like a wine glass
i hit her phone, i say, “come over with your fine ass”
make her rewind that
look how the time pass

[verse]
my blunt strong like i laced it
turn the d*mn coupe to a whole sp*ceship
hit this jet, i’m gon’ to jamaica
who you playin’, boy? you ain’t never take sh*t
we was standin’ on the block, had to take risks
had to sell off*white like k*swiss
i was totin’ on the mag, go apesh*t
we don’t want no problem
hop up in the coupe, we lost the top just like a bottle
me and bro at fashion week, we f*ckin’ cover models
uk hoes, they swallow
i don’t even drive no auto
big bag, got the bankteller in my way
backwood full of cookie while i’m countin’ this cake
[?], n*gga i won’t play
told her, “suck my d*ck [?]

[chorus]
i’m somewhere smokin’ on a mountain, find me on my own (trap*a*holics)
you always come to me with problems, b*tch leave me alone
i’m on the go baby, but you know that it’s you i love
don’t f*ck these hoes, lil’ baby, you said that ain’t true enough
stick to the concept
i sip straight wock’ but my baby shaped like a wine glass

[part iv: highway]

[intro]
oh, yah, oh, yeah*yeah*yeah
oh, yah, oh, yeah*yeah*yeah
(evil empire laughing all the way to the bank, ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha)

[verse]
i be speedin’ down the highway
think i left my pistol in the driveway
b*tches always tryna ruin my day
and for christmas, think i want a i8
i’m that n*gga, how the f*ck am i late?
got these diamonds, d*mn i’m feelin’ ice age
ain’t no p*ssy n*gga takin’ my place
you can try but you won’t come in my face
(ha, got’eem, ha, got’eem, ha*ha*ha, ha*ha)

[part v: i’m the president]

[intro]
ya dig? huh
yeah, never lose
15 sh*t, 11, what’s boolin’? (you are now listening to teen spirit radio live on power ’98. thank you gucci*woo.)
you know how we comin’, ayy
ayy, ayy

[verse]
tell my plug that i need a whole zip
i be smokin’, he know what it is
you be blowin’, you know that it’s mid
swear to god, i ain’t smokin’ that sh*t
young n*gga been tough on the boulevard
i’ma take off a coat like a pull*apart
he was [?] lil’ b*tch, now you think that you hard?
bet these bullets gon’ hit, put a hole in him
i’ll send you some drugs, i got opium
b*tch you rap all like bricks and petroleum
i’m the president, where is my podium?
and that lil’ n*gga salty as sodium
and we creepin’, b*tch i’m in the whip
better slide, n*gga, you better dip
got a k and i’m namin’ her kim
n*gga lying, he living a sim
wait, hold up, what was that sh*t you was talking?
i might go fly to l.a. to sit in the sun and f*ck in the ocean
and that lil’ b*tch on my d*ck, she say i got green
she think she fiona
i dropped out, right outta college
f*ck it, don’t need a degree
all of this sh*t that these teachers be talkin’ don’t really mean nothing to me
i tend to flex on my n*ggas and f*ck on these b*tches, take trips overseas
i’m in the back, in the back and she twerkin’, you know that she do it with ease
hold up, i had to dip from the b*tch (why?)
she actin’ different ‘n’ sh*t (hah)
i’m tryna get me some neck but she trippin’
she say, “i ain’t been home in a minute,” d*mn
but you know that, these b*tches, they love me
told her, “bring me a friend,” it’s just us three
know them b*tches be waiting to f*ck me
in the bed, we be fighting like rugby
hold on, stop
think this n*gga lookin’, told my b*tch to pass the glock
that police a rookie if he think we ’bout to stop
you know all my n*ggas booking, wouldn’t stop until we drop
we erase him like a blemish, i think you a photo opp
yeah, and i’m finished
spent the whole band at dennis
you will get ended like a sentence
and i’m smoking, runnin’ through venice

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