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lil baby - hot topic (can’t complain) lyrics

[intro]
(yo, nick papz, make it slap)

[verse 1: lil baby]
we flyin’ private when i bring the k!llers
i know that i’m supposed to be out of the town
new c8 vet’ take me straight to a jet
we ain’t packin’ no bags, tear the dior store down
ask all the strippers, i’m throwin’ unlimited ones
security ain’t pattin’ me down
i had some motion before i start rappin’
i picked up a mic and i put down a pound
i used to get overlooked, now they payin’ to see me
i’m startin’ at 400 thou’
yeah, i’m lil baby, but i’m grown as f+ck
so n0body gon’ play me like i’m a lil’ child
i had to get out the scene, cause these b+tches be wild
i ain’t respectin’ no b+tch, that don’t do for her child
told all the hitters, don’t shoot in no crowd
she keep on sniffin’, i gave her some powder
20 more mil’, i’ma drop me a album
i watch him leave, i’ma do it without him
no trouble, no worries, hakuna matata
met her in cabo and flew her to jolly
i think she fell in love with how i talk
i know i fell in love, cause she a boss
i know i’m never ever fallin’ off
cause i put a couple million in the vault
[chorus: lil baby]
heard you doin’ your thing
got your gang on your chain
she look good with my last name
got her pushin’ the range
i can get a massage
when i’m switchin’ these lanes
i might have a ménage
i ain’t droppin’ no names
so you ain’t come to play?
let ’em know you get paid
i took off in a fast lane
i ain’t pressin’ no brakes
need a bigger garage
i got too many cars
we did turnt into stars, now
i can’t f+ckin’ complain (yeah)

[verse 2: lil durk]
jump out the jail to a rental
from the streets, so i keep me a pistol
i’m on papers, i sit by the window
i be bondin’ with robbers and b+tches
my brother had told me to slow down
they know i be bondin’ out k!llers
i put a skeleton ap buss
it look like i’m starvin’ the trenches
we go to miami, i take her to sono bello
i get her some massive tits
shoot up your block and somebody die
i hope n0body gon’ ask who did it
lil baby had called me on a apple
feds can’t trace with a half a ticket
draco kick back, make his sh+ts splat
now i see the inside of n+gga
pure codeine, my b+tch hate when i drink lean
but i can’t quit
every time, i stop takin all them perks i can’t sh+t
i f+ckin’ her and left, ain’t callin’ no uber
so she know i ain’t sh+t
labels off a ten, i need a dub
stop actin’ like gang lit
[chorus: lil baby]
heard you doin’ your thing
got your gang on your chain
she look good with my last name
got her pushin’ the range
i can get a massage
when i’m switchin’ these lanes
i might have a ménage
i ain’t droppin’ no names
so you ain’t come to play?
let ’em know you get paid
i took off in a fast lane
i ain’t pressin’ no brakes
need a bigger garage
i got too many cars
we did turnt into stars, now
i can’t f+ckin’ complain (yeah)

[outro: lil baby]
heard you doin’ your thing
got your gang on your chain
she look good with my last name
got her pushin’ the range
i can get a massage
when i’m switchin’ these lanes
i might have a ménage
i ain’t droppin’ no names
so you ain’t come to play?
let ’em know you get paid
i took off in a fast lane
i ain’t pressin’ no brakes
need a bigger garage
i got too many cars
we did turnt into stars, now
i can’t f+ckin’ complain (yeah)

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