Lagoon
Rich Brian"Lagoon" is a song by Rich Brian, released in 2022 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:43 long and contains 70 lines and 554 words.
Lyrics
0:00I just took a test, it's sounding like my shit go stupid
0:02Lil bitch, I got like 10 percent more left on my to-do list
0:05I rolled by with my old car, it's a coup, his name is Lucas
0:08Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin'
0:12I took that flight and got a big bag, man this shit is so taxin'
0:14I set goals then beat it like Jackson
0:15Black on black, my shirt from PacSun
0:17You not fye, your homie just gassin'
0:18Phone, going through my IG top request
0:20These hoes trippin' like banana peels are raining up and down the road, ah
0:24Pussy bald like Joe Rogan
0:26Take her phone away
0:27That bitch tryna get photos
0:28Driving me loco
0:29Tippin on 44s
0:30Back to the bathroom (Ayyyy)
0:31Permanent racks
0:32I'm getting my plaques
0:33I'm paying the tax
0:34Your pocket is lighter so we'll never match
0:36No square in my circle
0:37No time for all that
0:58I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah
1:01Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
1:05Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus
1:07But I'm on that visa
1:09Me not fucking with you boys
1:11You actin' like a diva
1:13I'm cuttin' that track and I'm rapping
1:15And getting that bag but I'm missin' that terminal 3
1:17I just quit the pack and the stoges
1:19But if he want the smoke, he could get it like Bella Hadid
1:21I don't do that violence but come at me crazy
1:23I'll Michael B Jordan yo ass (I promise)
1:25My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that shit was trash
1:29I count it, I count it, I count it
1:30Like I cannot sleep
1:31And I'm counting the sheeps on my bed
1:32I miss when the shit I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head
1:35I ain't seen the fam in a couple of months
1:38It's been 22 months that shit's almost 2 years
1:40I promise that when I come back to Jakarta
1:42That y'all gon' be proud of the shit that I built
1:44My neck is a mortgage
1:45She got an iPhone but don't got no storage
1:48550k for the DP
1:49The crib is 4 milli
1:51I'm never gon' drive in no Porsche
1:53Maybe a Tes-la
1:55Ain't got no guns but the wheels automatic
1:56Not boutta drop no bands for no Lambos
1:57The shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (Ayy, bitch)
1:58Uh
2:01How the fuck you hate and resent me for doing and trying my best, uh
2:03I don't remember your birthday but I know my billing address, uh
2:07Que sera sera, lil bitch
2:10Maybe this life is not fun as you think
2:12I never look at my phone when it ring
2:14I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah
2:18Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
2:22Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus
2:26But I'm on that visa
2:28Me not fucking with you boys
2:30You actin' like a diva
2:31I'm ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah
2:34Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
2:37Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus
2:40But I'm on that visa
2:41Me not fucking with you boys
2:43You actin' like a diva
I just took a test, it's sounding like my shit go stupid Lil bitch, I got like 10 percent more left on my to-do list I rolled by with my old car, it's a coup, his name is Lucas Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin' I took that flight and got a big bag, man this shit is so taxin' I set goals then beat it like Jackson Black on black, my shirt from PacSun You not fye, your homie just gassin' Phone, going through my IG top request These hoes trippin' like banana peels are raining up and down the road, ah Pussy bald like Joe Rogan Take her phone away That bitch tryna get photos Driving me loco Tippin on 44s Back to the bathroom (Ayyyy) Permanent racks I'm getting my plaques I'm paying the tax Your pocket is lighter so we'll never match No square in my circle No time for all that I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus But I'm on that visa Me not fucking with you boys You actin' like a diva I'm cuttin' that track and I'm rapping And getting that bag but I'm missin' that terminal 3 I just quit the pack and the stoges But if he want the smoke, he could get it like Bella Hadid I don't do that violence but come at me crazy I'll Michael B Jordan yo ass (I promise) My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that shit was trash I count it, I count it, I count it Like I cannot sleep And I'm counting the sheeps on my bed I miss when the shit I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head I ain't seen the fam in a couple of months It's been 22 months that shit's almost 2 years I promise that when I come back to Jakarta That y'all gon' be proud of the shit that I built My neck is a mortgage She got an iPhone but don't got no storage 550k for the DP The crib is 4 milli I'm never gon' drive in no Porsche Maybe a Tes-la Ain't got no guns but the wheels automatic Not boutta drop no bands for no Lambos The shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (Ayy, bitch) Uh How the fuck you hate and resent me for doing and trying my best, uh I don't remember your birthday but I know my billing address, uh Que sera sera, lil bitch Maybe this life is not fun as you think I never look at my phone when it ring I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus But I'm on that visa Me not fucking with you boys You actin' like a diva I'm ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus But I'm on that visa Me not fucking with you boys You actin' like a diva
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