Joggers (Explicit)
DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas"Joggers (Explicit)" is a song by DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:58 long and contains 75 lines and 613 words.
Lyrics
0:01I keep tryna pull up my pants uh-huh
0:01I got thirty thousand in my joggers mmh
0:03I got the pistol on the flight the flight
0:05I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
0:06That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty hah
0:08In the car with her head down she noddin'
0:10And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
0:11'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
0:13F**k all that talkin' just put a few mil' on
0:15The table and give me a pen and I'm signin' B***h
0:17I just cut off my b***h why
0:18'Cause you ain't really with me be honest
0:20She know I'm a motherf**kin' pimp she don't get steak and shrimp
0:21B done took a lil' b***h to Mcdonalds
0:23Put a bag on your motherf**kin' head better watch what you said
0:25On my motherf**kin' pics and my comments b***h
0:27In the four I'm a motherf**kin' giant huh
0:28A king like a motherf**kin' lion yeah
0:30Oh these lil' n***as act like they want that uh-huh
0:32We gon' slide in your DM's we slidin'
0:33Better call up the homicide unit
0:34I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens
0:37They gon' make me come set this b***h off
0:38When I pull that b***h
0:38Out it's too late to say sorry uh-uh
0:40N***as thought I was p***y
0:41'Cause they heard me singin' to b***hes like YK Osiris hah
0:43I got my mind on my money
0:45Let's run up some motherf**kin' commas yeah
0:47Let's go to the motherf**kin' bank haha
0:48B***h I'm from Charlotte we blank blank
0:50Mama told me to pull up my pants why
0:51Got them racks on me mama I can't huh
0:53I keep tryna pull up my pants
0:55I got thirty thousand in my joggers yeah
0:57I got the pistol on the flight uh-huh
0:58I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
1:00That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty hmm
1:01In the car with her head down she noddin' hmm
1:03And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
1:05'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
1:06Uh I keep tryna pull up my pants uh
1:08This big 40 hangin' out my joggers uh
1:10I grew up around them apartments
1:12Now I'm in LA like a dodger ooh
1:13Won't beef over tweets
1:14I send my young n***a walk down on your a*s
1:16Like he stalkin' get him out of there
1:16Uh leave him fresh to death in a coffin uh
1:18I'm on Runtz from cookie I'm coughin' uh
1:20Always up like I'm booted on molly boot
1:22These lil' n***as 12 they talkin' F**k
1:23They can't keep up stunna a problem
1:25I can't keep these b***hes off me godd**n
1:27Yeah we bringin' eyes in the party
1:28Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry
1:30F**k who I beg your pardon what
1:32Won't cop pleas when s**t get started Nope
1:33I keep tryna pull up my pants
1:35This big pistol hangin' out my joggers wow
1:37She eat dick when I land
1:38Hit from the back she call me her father ooh
1:40For my bro I'll take the stand
1:41Hand on the bible and lie to your honor
1:43Big dawg you lil' n***as is toddlers
1:45On the way to the show in
1:45The Sprinter with choppers
1:46I keep tryna pull up my pants
1:48I got thirty thousand in my joggers yeah
1:50I got the pistol on the flight uh-huh
1:52I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
1:53That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty
1:55In the car with her head down she noddin' hmm
1:57And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
1:58'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
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
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