Letra de St. Tropez - Lil Baby

(Feat. Rylo Rodriguez, Bino Rideaux)

(Al Geno on the track)

A lot of shit I wanna say, but I can't say it

What if me and you could take a plane to Saint-Tropez?

Kissin' on your neck in a jacuzzi watchin' fireworks

I done put some shit on the back burner tryna make us work

This shit gotta work

Told you it'd be long, you ain't really know, so you ain't wanna go

Glad that you ain't fold, we had it rockin', we was on a boat

Dinner on a yacht, we took a pit stop in Monaco

You one of a kind, I buy you fire shit you don't even post

You chasin' your dough, that shit look dope, but better with a GOAT

They doin' the most, I'm on some more shit, hardly ever boast

Meetin' with LeBron, I'm talkin' numbers, my money in Lobos

I know bro ain't told them niggas nothin', that shit is a no-go

Sorry, I can't play at all

She told me to say my favorite sentence, I said, "Take them off"

I could turn your life up overnight, want me to make the call?

Slime say he been callin' his BM, but she ain't take the call

I know that fuck him up

Come here now

Let me find out you been runnin' from me, I'ma run you down

You know I get nasty when I kiss and try to turn you out

I give you another piece, no sleep, don't try to turn me down

She like, "Bae, I miss you, come and slut me out"

Seen niggas dyin', hopin' I'm headin' home soon

Bro inside the county, head to prison to get a phone to him

They set Lamar on fire, I think about him when I'm around fumes

So we mad at you 'cause why you had them niggas hangin' 'round you?

Kissin' on you turn to missin' on you, know I embarrass you

On the jail phone tellin' you, "When I come home, we goin' to Paris, boo"

We fuckin' when we wake up

Toxic, need to stop it, even fuckin' when we break up

Thought they would hold it down, I lost some people on the way up

And I be kickin' it by myself 'cause that shit brought me back mentally

'Cause I was hangin' around some fuck niggas, that shit brought me bad energy

Who would've knew them pictures we took on tour would be our last images?

I just pray none on my niggas don't tell the truth in front your honor

Less lean and more water, I almost fainted in front of my mama, yeah

My auntie died from diabetes, I gotta fix my health

I guess that shit run in the fams, I got to stick myself

I seen her dissin' on the 'Gram, you should've dissed yourself

I didn't put that pistol in your hand, you know you killed yourself

Before you try come save the hood, you gotta try fix yourself

How you got game for everybody, can't get rich yourself?

I'm tryna keep cool, but my lil' brother on that shit bag

Remember you had went against the grain and I couldn't get mad

Remember you had went against the grain and I couldn't skip past

That's why my kids'll never know what I did with they rich asses

I can't trust you 'cause I did you wrong, you want your get-back

'Member I told you I need you for closure, you ain't hit back

So I ran it up

Ain't go to your service, I want memories of you standin' up

I told you all my realest shit, felt like I wasn't sayin' enough

My scars ain't finna heal theyself, that's why I be banded up

Lil' bro got degrees and shit, can't be out here playin' with us

I wan' see you win more than yourself and that's what's tearin' me up

'Fore I let him bang the hood, I'll move my son to Canada

I'm wearin' Raf like Angela, I'm travelin' with my manager

I wan' see his daughter eat, I feel like it's all on me

Find out them niggas ain't really your niggas, you could call on me

And sometimes it be family, them trenches made a man of me

You knew that nigga wasn't gon' take you serious, so you ran to me

Spinnin' 'bout some real shit, but sometimes it be randomly

You ain't here to keep that shit one hundred, why you playin' with me?

I woke up one day and I felt like everything I planned to be

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