Lil Baby - I'm Straight lyrics

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Lil Baby - I'm Straight lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Cook that sh** up, Quay I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets Know what I'm saying? Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying? [Chorus] Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this sh** Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb I'm sippin' act', and that sh** real deal, do you want some? Same one that tryin' run with the clique Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique Main reason I'm f**in' ya b**h, I ain't gonna say sh** [Verse 1] I asked you about it, you lied You asked me about it, I kept it 100, I'm nothin' like these other guys I really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear 'em one time Something about a n***a mind frame Diamonds doing jumpin'-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change Two hundred hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a name saved Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand Me and Ced had two different spots, we usually around the corner doin' the same thing Everywhere I go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes Tyga said he got the drop on the album f** it slide and shoot up the block n***as know how we come through G5 out the sunroof [Chorus] Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this sh** Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb I'm sippin' act', and that sh** real deal, do you want some? Same one that tryin' run with the clique Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique Main reason I'm f**in' ya b**h, I ain't gonna say sh** [Verse 2] We use trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout We can't be f**in' at my house, n***as be runnin' they damn mouth Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by I'm cool on the love and the high-fives You n***as can't keep up with my guys You can't get all this drip in a lifetime I got out and ran it up at the right time We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign Went to wafi, I told 'em I want to shine Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down I'm running this town, everything they say fake news Can't take that, new Lamborghini 18 Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these n***as hating Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana I just keep buying all these fantas I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks [Chorus] Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this sh** Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb I'm sippin' act', and that sh** real deal, do you want some? Same one that tryin' run with the clique Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique Main reason I'm f**in' ya b**h, I ain't gonna say sh**

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