paroles de chanson LB - Lukeybear

(Ohh, Hello! It's L-B)
It's LB
And I swear to God, nobody could tell me
That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP
I Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea
Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

And I swear to God, nobody could tell me
That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP
Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea
Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

If you wanna try, you gon' die for real
And that's on me and every sly guy for real
I'm the wave, and bitch, it's high tide for real
Yo' girl, she a trés, and mine a fine dime for real

Adding up—no subtraction
You niggas distracted
I shoot my shot, I know it's accurate
And you know the flow is straight immaculate
My shit is pristine, while the shit you write is average

I been blastin' it
Bitch, I take the rock and shoot my shot—no, I ain't passing it
Bitch, you know I'm hot, and you is a bop, and I ain't gassing it
.40 with a Glock, it hit your top, with no attachments
That's just how it's happening

Bitch, I'm getting high, spitting shit up off dizzoam
I be doing big shit, you doing little
Pockets on some big shit, holding up Lizzo
Pull up to ya mama crib, yeah, she sent me the info

Poof—and then I'm there
Niggas talking shit to me, but I am not aware
We on a different level, so I know they can't compare
I'm just tryna tell these niggas I don't really care

It's LB
And I swear to God, nobody could tell me
That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP
Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea
Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

Uhm, it's me—I don't need no introduction
She gon' let me fuck, and then with you, she get reluctant
It's LB, yeah, I got these bitches jumping
Isn't talking money, then there isn't a discussion

It's on me—and nobody else
I'm a do it by myself, say I don't need your help
Uhm, I be in my room, high as fuck, you could tell
An I'm tripping off a shroom, feel like I could melt, nigga

On a track, I turn into a different person
Every line is good like I'm writing this shit in cursive
I'm a show y'all niggas the difference between our verses
You spitting like a hobby, I spit like a nigga working

I'm working—put the grind and the time in
For certain—I get high, ain't no lying
You hurting—off a vibe, just start vibing
I'm searching for my mind, I'm a find it

Uhm, It's LB
And I swear to God, nobody could tell me
That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP
I line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea
Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

And I swear to God, nobody could tell me
That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP
Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea