โหลดเพลง mp3 Joggers - DaBaby

Joggers (Explicit) - DaBaby/Stunna 4 Vegas
Lyrics by：DaBaby/Anthony Mosley/Stunna 4 Vegas
Composed by：DaBaby/Anthony Mosley/Stunna 4 Vegas
I keep tryna pull up my pants uh-huh
I got thirty thousand in my joggers mmh
I got the pistol on the flight the flight
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty hah
In the car with her head down she noddin'
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
F**k all that talkin' just put a few mil' on
The table and give me a pen and I'm signin' B***h
I just cut off my b***h why
'Cause you ain't really with me be honest
She know I'm a motherf**kin' pimp she don't get steak and shrimp
B done took a lil' b***h to Mcdonalds
Put a bag on your motherf**kin' head better watch what you said
On my motherf**kin' pics and my comments b***h
In the four I'm a motherf**kin' giant huh
A king like a motherf**kin' lion yeah
Oh these lil' n***as act like they want that uh-huh
We gon' slide in your DM's we slidin'
Better call up the homicide unit
I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens
They gon' make me come set this b***h off
When I pull that b***h
Out it's too late to say sorry uh-uh
N***as thought I was p***y
'Cause they heard me singin' to b***hes like YK Osiris hah
I got my mind on my money
Let's run up some motherf**kin' commas yeah
Let's go to the motherf**kin' bank haha
B***h I'm from Charlotte we blank blank
Mama told me to pull up my pants why
Got them racks on me mama I can't huh
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers yeah
I got the pistol on the flight uh-huh
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty hmm
In the car with her head down she noddin' hmm
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
Uh I keep tryna pull up my pants uh
This big 40 hangin' out my joggers uh
I grew up around them apartments
Now I'm in LA like a dodger ooh
Won't beef over tweets
I send my young n***a walk down on your a*s
Like he stalkin' get him out of there
Uh leave him fresh to death in a coffin uh
I'm on Runtz from cookie I'm coughin' uh
Always up like I'm booted on molly boot
These lil' n***as 12 they talkin' F**k
They can't keep up stunna a problem
I can't keep these b***hes off me godd**n
Yeah we bringin' eyes in the party
Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry
F**k who I beg your pardon what
Won't cop pleas when s**t get started Nope
I keep tryna pull up my pants
This big pistol hangin' out my joggers wow
She eat dick when I land
Hit from the back she call me her father ooh
For my bro I'll take the stand
Hand on the bible and lie to your honor
Big dawg you lil' n***as is toddlers
On the way to the show in
The Sprinter with choppers
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers yeah
I got the pistol on the flight uh-huh
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty
In the car with her head down she noddin' hmm
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this four-five on his noggin