Текст песни London Tipton - BabyBalmainn

Shoot like Steph, I ain't talking London

Fly her out book her at the Tipton

Bottle rozay, bottle over me, I'm the boss like a Maybach song

Haters worship all the ground you step on

Drugs done got them knocked that's why we slept on

Be my main thing, have me through the grit and grain

Good neighbor was there no State Farm

Roll up that loud and I blaze it

Couldn't express how I feel that's outrageous

Told her be low with your payments

Know they be watching the amount that you making

I'm the one really need saving

All the words spoken on me made them ate it

All it took for us was patience

Can't see myself living without you being adjacent

(Next to me)

Yeah that's right

Know that I ain't ever speak no cap to you and lie

Hater blockers on so they can't catch my frame of mind

Oh that's mine, like you hate the label you can't get a dime

So quit the crying, yeah

If I rock basic, she drip water, yeah

We sick for cash, a full disorder, yeah

Protect my brand, I will move smarter, yeah

And none of the favors she do will be the reason that I spoil her

I just been shopping and copping whatever I think

Finna look good on your feet

You popping, you popping I think you'll look good in a mink

Bundles of bands by the sink

Like when we retire gone cop that lil crib by the beach

Name that bitch bed by the sea

Before they knew, me and blues was in sync

They ain't never gave the chances to us so we went and took it

See why they mad, they bag and bitches done got took from them by rookies

Beg to calm down when she see me pull up on my bully

From a small town, probably go on X and give you all my children