Testo Legends - Quavo feat. Lil Baby
Testo della canzone Legends (Quavo feat. Lil Baby), tratta dall'album Legends (with Lil Baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hundred million dollar day (Hustle)
Pretty shit, I got 'em like a lisp (Yeah)
Sixty mill' in hundreds like I'm Nipsey (Six)
Me and white boys talkin' billies
Nine Trey, brodie them some billies
Pretty shit, I got her rockin' Audemars
Carbon fiber kitted, it's a Spider
2025, The spec a hybrid
ERD the leather like a biker
Coupe or coupe or truck, I'm undecisive
Brodie 'nem behind me, and the strikers
They gon' handle business, never call me
They lawyer Jason, royalty like Saudi
Free Lil Durk, he chump the ghetto party
Natural shit, she feed me from the garden
Body flawless, look like someone drawed her
I know this shit different, don't record it
Million dollar niggas, I absorb 'em
Soaked up all the game and then I ran with it
Police-ass niggas, they can't hang with us
Safer still in style, the Range is bulletproof
Me and twin done had her, we identical (Say twin)
Thirty-hour flight, we on an island
Grown man business, ho, you childish
Real Atlanta, I'm from Fulton County
No machine, we had to hand count it
Two M's for a show, a nigga ragin'
Slide my tongue from her neck to her navel
Bro gon' spin in his water, the Navy
Needed space, so I bought out the neighbors
I'm from the trenches, break bales down on benches
I hit her, dismiss it, then dab like I'm Quavo (Yeah)
Super hard on a bitch, I don't play, ho
Wrap a saw to me, she want an A-hole
Somebody died, they want beef
I made a million off one street
I'm a legend 'round there where I come from (Huh, huh)
Super smart when it's time to go dumb-dumb (Dumb)
Come through, trim on a bitch, I go too hard (Woo)
From the streets, out the zoo, we in your yard (Zoo)
In my bag, stuffin' blues in the Goyard (Cash)
In the coupe, up the ground like a go-kart (Skrrt)
This ho don't got no heart, fuck the gizame (Woo)
She go Coco Chanel, she in Sizane (Coco)
Come and swim with some sharks, this ain't no tank (Splash)
Set up trap by the Benz off the flizame
Louis Vuitton vintage from the '90s
Infinity dipped in chrome like a prime did
Your bitch ain't comin' home, gotta find her
Don't check her phone and find out what you wifin' (Brrt)
Paris fashion week, I'm goin' Eiffel
Money tall as Easy Money Sniper
Long live Takeoff, runnin' with the rifle (Slatt)
12 Found the strap, I had to bribe 'em
Pulled off doin' the dash, I burned the pavement
Cactus Jack the engine, got it ragin' (Rrah)
I been drippin' sauce, it turn to gravy
Told 'em, "Knock 'em off, I'll make you famous"
My diamonds dancin', Usher Raymond
Why they wearin' shiesties like they dangerous?
Get to firin', search him, he a stranger
How the fuck he be a Twitter gangster?
Pockets full and four ring like a Audi
I want my bitch geeked with me like Scotty (Geeked)
Give me some top, let me bless you a body
I told her act brand new when she get that body (Brand new)
Glock got a boss, call it Rowdy
Quarterback Quavo, the Huncho got options (Woo)
I rep the hood when it's crowded (Gang)
From the concrete like I'm Yachty (Yeah)
I'm from the trenches, break bales down on benches
I hit her, dismiss it, then dab like I'm Quavo (Yeah)
Super hard on a bitch, I don't play, ho
Wrap a saw to me, she want an A-hole
Somebody died, they want beef
I made a million off one street
I'm a legend 'round there where I come from (Huh, huh)
Super smart when it's time to go dumb-dumb (Dumb)
Credits
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dominique Jones, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady
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