I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
Oh, you got a cold heart yea
You wanna see me sad
These racks in my pockets, thigh pads
You know I'ma turn up to the max
And I give my thanks to the Man
F*cked her, she turned to a fan
Me and Sam, we like Baby and Dan
Locked in this bitch like we Anne
Married to money, I swear I'm committed
I want your hoe so I might as well hit it
She wanna show me her twat and her titties
I'm puttin' em down and I'm standin' on business
She said she love when I'm in it
In the back of the bach, got it tinted
We just gettin' shit going, I ain't finished
Call the bro up, I know that he with it
Pray for my cousin every day
Hopin' he get his mind straight
F*ck nigga gettin' in my way
I think they startin' to hate
Constantly dodgin' the fake, I think they tryna take my place
She wanna f*ck, made her wait
I'll be damned if that period late
I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
(Ha!)
Remember that first time I seen that bitch
She was just stuck right there in the crowd
I remember the first time I worked that switch
That shit got the bumping the shit was too loud
WOR shit bitch, we be runnin' the town
Got Ricky and Prada that shit on my fit right now
That piece just D, I need Big right now
Bitch blowin' my phone, I can't hit right now (Ha!)
I'm spendin' this cash on fash ain't spendin' that shit if she ain't throwin' no ass
These niggas be broke, they be showin' they stash
When shit get real, we gon' see if he last
Ha! I f*ck on that bitch I don't love her
Spent 3K on a Balenci puffer
She liking my denim, that shit Undercover
She actin' up, then ima sub her
Bitch, it's the only way, it ain't no other
Ha! these niggas ain't put in no pain
In a big body Benz truck stay in your lane
Diamond cut on the lens, had to switch up the frame
Ha! Me and you, we not the same
City to city, I stay on a plane
I was chasin' them racks, but it came with the fame
Can't leave my team, I be feelin' like Dame
I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
Dipo - Rolling Loud (feat. Big Weigh) Lyrics
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I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
Oh, you got a cold heart yea
You wanna see me sad
These racks in my pockets, thigh pads
You know I'ma turn up to the max
And I give my thanks to the Man
F*cked her, she turned to a fan
Me and Sam, we like Baby and Dan
Locked in this bitch like we Anne
Married to money, I swear I'm committed
I want your hoe so I might as well hit it
She wanna show me her twat and her titties
I'm puttin' em down and I'm standin' on business
She said she love when I'm in it
In the back of the bach, got it tinted
We just gettin' shit going, I ain't finished
Call the bro up, I know that he with it
Pray for my cousin every day
Hopin' he get his mind straight
F*ck nigga gettin' in my way
I think they startin' to hate
Constantly dodgin' the fake, I think they tryna take my place
She wanna f*ck, made her wait
I'll be damned if that period late
I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
(Ha!)
Remember that first time I seen that bitch
She was just stuck right there in the crowd
I remember the first time I worked that switch
That shit got the bumping the shit was too loud
WOR shit bitch, we be runnin' the town
Got Ricky and Prada that shit on my fit right now
That piece just D, I need Big right now
Bitch blowin' my phone, I can't hit right now (Ha!)
I'm spendin' this cash on fash ain't spendin' that shit if she ain't throwin' no ass
These niggas be broke, they be showin' they stash
When shit get real, we gon' see if he last
Ha! I f*ck on that bitch I don't love her
Spent 3K on a Balenci puffer
She liking my denim, that shit Undercover
She actin' up, then ima sub her
Bitch, it's the only way, it ain't no other
Ha! these niggas ain't put in no pain
In a big body Benz truck stay in your lane
Diamond cut on the lens, had to switch up the frame
Ha! Me and you, we not the same
City to city, I stay on a plane
I was chasin' them racks, but it came with the fame
Can't leave my team, I be feelin' like Dame
I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
Oh, you got a cold heart yea
You wanna see me sad
These racks in my pockets, thigh pads
You know I'ma turn up to the max
And I give my thanks to the Man
F*cked her, she turned to a fan
Me and Sam, we like Baby and Dan
Locked in this bitch like we Anne
Married to money, I swear I'm committed
I want your hoe so I might as well hit it
She wanna show me her twat and her titties
I'm puttin' em down and I'm standin' on business
She said she love when I'm in it
In the back of the bach, got it tinted
We just gettin' shit going, I ain't finished
Call the bro up, I know that he with it
Pray for my cousin every day
Hopin' he get his mind straight
F*ck nigga gettin' in my way
I think they startin' to hate
Constantly dodgin' the fake, I think they tryna take my place
She wanna f*ck, made her wait
I'll be damned if that period late
I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
(Ha!)
Remember that first time I seen that bitch
She was just stuck right there in the crowd
I remember the first time I worked that switch
That shit got the bumping the shit was too loud
WOR shit bitch, we be runnin' the town
Got Ricky and Prada that shit on my fit right now
That piece just D, I need Big right now
Bitch blowin' my phone, I can't hit right now (Ha!)
I'm spendin' this cash on fash ain't spendin' that shit if she ain't throwin' no ass
These niggas be broke, they be showin' they stash
When shit get real, we gon' see if he last
Ha! I f*ck on that bitch I don't love her
Spent 3K on a Balenci puffer
She liking my denim, that shit Undercover
She actin' up, then ima sub her
Bitch, it's the only way, it ain't no other
Ha! these niggas ain't put in no pain
In a big body Benz truck stay in your lane
Diamond cut on the lens, had to switch up the frame
Ha! Me and you, we not the same
City to city, I stay on a plane
I was chasin' them racks, but it came with the fame
Can't leave my team, I be feelin' like Dame
I cannot go out bad
Yea, I'm my momma last child
I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style
Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while
Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud
Writer: Big Weigh, Dipo A
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