Stuff Songtext

von Lil Baby

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In dem Song "Stuff" von Lil Baby geht es um den Lebensstil und die Erfahrungen des Künstlers in einer Welt voller Reicht...

36, zero waist
Yeah
Yeah

Eight by eight, 36, zero waist
Me-on-three, my type of date
All this stuff, I might be late (it′s lit)
All this stuff, a eight by eight (straight up)
Stuff, it's stuff, it′s stuff
Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (it′s stuff)
Stuff, it′s stuff, it's stuff (it′s stuff, whoo)

200 hoes, 30 black trucks
All of us known for puttin' on that stuff
I let her go, ain′t no handcuffs
I get a hard on when them bands come
These niggas too loose, need to tighten up
Took her to Hermès, got her items up
Boy, they done fucked up and let Spider home
Free the guys down the road, gotta hide the phone

Got my name from the street, not a microphone
Ain't no sleep, she on two, I took Adderall
Niggas act like they us, but they not at all
Copped the baddest shit out, we forgot the car
I put diamonds in my teeth like I′m Paul Wall
Pretty titties, her whole body so soft
Hold the back of her head 'til her jaws lock
I don't care what he do, he a cornball

Extra layers, I′m dressin′, I'm Stiff Gang
I′m the real one, two million on pinky ring
Come through pimpin' like Pinky without the cane
Niggas thinkin′ they hot, but they Eddy Cane
I've been puttin′ on this stuff since my baby frame
Walk around with a dollar, that's pocket change
Niggas think that you smart 'til you knock his brain
I done Brabus′d the Rover like I′m La Flame
Me and Ski tryna see who the colder shit
If I see her with bro, I don't know the bitch

Extra stuff every time, extra stuff every time
Extra stuff every time when I′m steppin' out
Put on stuff every time, put on stuff every time
Put on stuff every time when I′m steppin' out

Eight by eight, 36, zero waist
Me-on-three, my type of date
All this stuff, I might be late (it′s lit)
All this stuff, a eight by eight (straight up)
Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff
Stuff, it′s stuff, it′s stuff (it's stuff)
Stuff, it′s stuff, it's stuff (it′s stuff, whoo)

Breakin' the nine, inside the spot, you know three of ′em mine
Live like 1 OAK, it ain't one of a kind, three of a kind
Put on my ice, now all three of 'em blind
I put grease in my soda, I′m tryna get fried
She rockin′ that outfit, she tryna get hired
Rubbers on rubbers, I never get tired

Bought her that ice and I know she still lyin'
Bought number one on the plane ′cause she fly
Bought number two a new whip, she got drive
Bought number three of new Guc', she suck dick (she suck-)
Bought number four and new stick ′cause she fire
Bought number five Chanel 5
No. 5, No. 5, No. 5, No. 5, No. 5

Yeah, one at a time, yeah (one of a kind)
Yeah, yeah, bring 'em all, all, all of ′em
Yeah (whoo)

Eight by eight, 36, zero waist
Me-on-three, my type of date
All this stuff, I might be late (it's lit)
All this stuff, a eight by eight (straight up)
Stuff, it's stuff, it′s stuff
Stuff, it′s stuff, it's stuff (it′s stuff)
Stuff, it's stuff, it′s stuff (it's stuff, whoo)

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