TOES (Explicit)
DaBaby, Lil Baby, Moneybagg Yo"TOES (Explicit)" es una canción de DaBaby, Lil Baby, Moneybagg Yo, 2019, Pop. La canción dura 2:11, 85 lines / 693 words.
Letra
0:00My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr)
0:02Said if I leave her, she gon' die
0:04Well bitch, you done with life (Okay)
0:05Better not pull up with no knife
0:06'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom)
0:08Say you got that sack, I got that sack
0:09But ain't no ones in mine (Nope)
0:11And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee
0:12I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright)
0:14What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?)
0:15Know them hoes like how I'm coming (Yeah)
0:17What I look like with all this money? (Ha)
0:18How I look havin' all these hoes? (Uh)
0:20When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling)
0:21Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (Yeah)
0:23Came from the bottom, toes (Whoa, Kenny)
0:24Yeah, backend Baby (A hundred)
0:26That's what they pay me a show (Let's go)
0:27It's probably some cap in my rap
0:29By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some mo' (Uh-huh)
0:30And I can still go back to the trap
0:31Send a box, pick it up, make a play at the store
0:33Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe
0:35My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr)
0:38Said if I leave her, she gon' die
0:39Well bitch, you done with life (Okay)
0:41Better not pull up with no knife
0:42'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom)
0:44Say you got that sack, I got that sack
0:45But ain't no ones in mine (Nope)
0:47And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee
0:48I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright)
0:50Nope, too raw, dope (Yeah)
0:52You know I'm one the one of the goats
0:53She let me put it in the back of her throat
0:54Walk in the bank with a M in the choke (Yeah)
0:56I'm tryna make a deposit
0:57Let 'em try and play with the money (Pow, pow)
0:59Shawty gon' take off ya noggin
1:01Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin'
1:02I hadn't wrote for a year, I don't try
1:03I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it
1:05Yeah, I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin'
1:07I got a backend for one twenty five
1:08I bought a Patek for one eighty five
1:09This shit gettin' easy
1:11My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr)
1:14Said if I leave her, she gon' die
1:15Well bitch, you done with life (Okay)
1:17Better not pull up with no knife
1:18'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom)
1:20Say you got that sack, I got that sack
1:21But ain't no ones in mine (Nope)
1:23And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee
1:24I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright)
1:26Heartless, don't need a valentine (Forever)
1:27I call 'em racks, not bands (Why?)
1:29Ain't no rubber band on mine (At all)
1:30I used to be down, down, down, down
1:32Waiting on taxes time (****ed up)
1:33Look at me now, now, now, now
1:35They pay me to flex and shine (I'm up, let's get it)
1:37Big speaker like a eighteen inch sub (Yeah)
1:38I'm a hunnid, you a dub (Nothin')
1:40Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (Where you at?)
1:4250 Cent, I'm in the club (Hey)
1:43Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (Huh?)
1:45One fifty on studs
1:46Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud
1:47My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr, big bag)
1:50Said if I leave her, she gon' die
1:51Well bitch, you done with life (Okay)
1:53Better not pull up with no knife
1:54'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom)
1:56Say you got that sack, I got that sack
1:57But ain't no ones in mine (Nope)
1:59And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee
2:00I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright)
2:02What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?)
2:03Know them hoes like how I'm coming (Yeah)
2:05What I look like with all this money? (Ha)
2:06How I look havin' all these hoes? (Uh)
2:08When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling)
2:09Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (Yeah)
2:11Came from the bottom, toes
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright) What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?) Know them hoes like how I'm coming (Yeah) What I look like with all this money? (Ha) How I look havin' all these hoes? (Uh) When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling) Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (Yeah) Came from the bottom, toes (Whoa, Kenny) Yeah, backend Baby (A hundred) That's what they pay me a show (Let's go) It's probably some cap in my rap By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some mo' (Uh-huh) And I can still go back to the trap Send a box, pick it up, make a play at the store Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright) Nope, too raw, dope (Yeah) You know I'm one the one of the goats She let me put it in the back of her throat Walk in the bank with a M in the choke (Yeah) I'm tryna make a deposit Let 'em try and play with the money (Pow, pow) Shawty gon' take off ya noggin Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin' I hadn't wrote for a year, I don't try I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it Yeah, I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin' I got a backend for one twenty five I bought a Patek for one eighty five This shit gettin' easy My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright) Heartless, don't need a valentine (Forever) I call 'em racks, not bands (Why?) Ain't no rubber band on mine (At all) I used to be down, down, down, down Waiting on taxes time (****ed up) Look at me now, now, now, now They pay me to flex and shine (I'm up, let's get it) Big speaker like a eighteen inch sub (Yeah) I'm a hunnid, you a dub (Nothin') Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (Where you at?) 50 Cent, I'm in the club (Hey) Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (Huh?) One fifty on studs Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr, big bag) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright) What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?) Know them hoes like how I'm coming (Yeah) What I look like with all this money? (Ha) How I look havin' all these hoes? (Uh) When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling) Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (Yeah) Came from the bottom, toes
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