Letra de Mrs. Trendsetter - Lil Baby

Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh (June, you're a genius)

Nigga say I owe him, he better get it in blood

This bitch thicker than mud, me and bro 'nem still thuggin'

Best shit 'round, the lowest ticket in town, the city flooded

Really gettin' money for real, still ain't sell my plug

Jewelry a light show and all my cars come from road show

How you died on me? You 'posed to be here ballin', long live Joe

Kept it solid, you ain't gotta question if I love you, I love you, bro

I had to get on what matters the most

I kept it solid, I'm down with that oath

Tryna keep up with me, you gon' go broke

I went from trappin' to rappin', I'm goated

They say I'm done, niggas know not to go there

M on a 'Rari, can make it do donuts

Anywhere I lay my head, it's a dope house

I crank it up, have 'em beatin' the door down

You went against the shit, where you gon' go now?

Straight like a gangster, I only know one route

Hand on the Bible, these niggas can't fuck with us

She think she me when she drivin' in sport

Real over everything, I'm the enforcer

Lit up the city when I got a torch

I went and got it, I didn't have a choice

I'm from the Dirty, we took this shit north

Step on a bitch, I can't show no remorse

Straight in the streets when I jumped off the porch, yeah

Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)

Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night

Pink slip gang, we still got strikers

Swiper, no swiping, we took that

Niggas ain't gettin' no type get-back

Seven hundred K in my bookbag

Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)

Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night

Pink slip gang, we still got strikers

Swiper, no swiping, we took that

Niggas ain't gettin' no type get-back

Seven hundred K in my bookbag

Grew up with no cable, my household was unstable

I got powers from the neighbors, now 'Rari in the stable

Ran through my first hundred grand, I wish I would've saved it

Now look how this shit played out a billion grams later

Terrorized the summer, really put it down on that corner

I stayed down, waited on my come-up, now it's Rolls-Royce for my mama

I bought Trackhawks for my brothers, we done chopped shit with them cutters

Late night, pourin' up, gettin' butter, one of one, ain't no other

This shit real life, we known to get it crackin', ain't no postin'

Like a mob boss, we known for standin' on business, Cosa Nostra

Order a hundred bottles, ain't nothin' but drug dealers on these sofas

Shawty bad as hell and got motion, I be bendin' her ass over, yeah

Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)

Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night

Pink slip gang, we still got strikers

Swiper, no swiping, we took that

Niggas ain't gettin' no type get-back

Seven hundred K in my bookbag

Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)

Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night

Pink slip gang, we still got strikers

Swiper, no swiping, we took that

Niggas ain't gettin' no type get-back

Seven hundred K in my bookbag

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