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LYRICFLUENTGet Along Lyrics by Lil Baby Lil Baby , Lil Yachty, LUCKI, Veeze
Below, you will find the lyrics for Get Along by Lil Baby.
Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe
Niggas asked for the fame, can't relate
Gettin' high in the Lamb' like a date
She my twin, but we can't get along
Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s
Mud fake, probably havin' withdrawals
Got paper and ho get a-
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
I make a bad bitch hit notes
Me and twin get the highest, for sure
We pour codeine in high doses
I don't get how a broke nigga joke
These lil' niggas-
No way a nigga really want smoke
I fly a bitch in and won't poke her, I just want her to see me the most
Rich young niggas, ya know?
If it's up with me, don't post it
Need to be worried 'bout bills, worried 'bout what the fuck I'm postin'
Same young niggas I post with
Post up, H-Town, loaded
Pretty young bitch, come hold it
Big boy, faces, toted
Movin' around, boat-less
Slime, I'm the coldest
Slide it to bro, how I owe him?
Real niggas spent like a token
Ayy, I be slimin', but I'm steady focused
She standin' on what she say, whenever I see her, I got somethin' for her
I really be livin', I'm livin in space
I'm big in the Bentley and 'Rari, I'm solar
Mind your feelings, but you in the way
We could explore, don't forget your play
I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards
I got on my cleats and I didn't even play
Talk about the world when I'm banned in SoHo
Recommend ten milligrams in a day
Twin like Blake, put a nigga on a poster
And I'm gon' autograph with my name
She said I'm perfect but I'm two-faced
She said I'm perfect but I'm two-
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Yeah, I put the swag and all of that shit that they said
You know that they got it from me
I let the ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters, her body too little for me
We was just jiggin' with lean, I write up the script, man
The bro used to call me Spike Lee
I was just hittin' that bitch and I pass her to Tune and I ball hog, your feelings ain't deep
You know sent you the AR deeds
You reach for a chain, you gon' lay where I preach
He got them pints, .38, yeah, we need it
Say he gettin' money, where it at? I ain't see it
I'm in that cell, three-hundred and sixty-five days
Man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa
I'm never solo, as long as that blick on my side and I squeeze it, it's feelin' like teamwork
Pullin' her weave, then buy her a bundle
Yeah, she a thot, I say I had to dub her
I'm sippin' Wock', I know that you jealous
I'm fuckin' first night, or holdin' a grudge
Bae, you ain't ever just seen you a group of young niggas with millions that's comin' like us
You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rosey
Brown in the face like niggas in a-
Yeah, Cullinan flown like a boat on land
I don't fuck with niggas, we the Kan't Be Klan
Remember payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan'
Sell 'em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers
I done left five M cash, we the robbers
I ain't seen a problem that money can't solve
Beefin' 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog
And I had to tell his mama that it ain't my fault
Findin' all the buttons, we preparin' for a war
Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on a call
Nigga ran off, but he ain't get far
Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars, yeah
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