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Televised (Explicit) - Lil Baby
Lyrics by：Zeus Negrete/Dominique Jones/Justin Glass/Jakob Hagemann/Frédéric Lapointe
Composed by：Zeus Negrete/Dominique Jones/Justin Glass/Jakob Hagemann/Frédéric Lapointe
Produced by：Baby Tsunami/Kutoff/Zeus Negrete/SirFredo
The streets is all I had to love on I'm from a drug zone
When the homie keep his mug on can't wait 'til all the bros home
Free y'all
Skinny-dippin' with a model bitch she don't got no pudge on her
Skinny
I can get you orange and blue pills I got a plug on 'em
ERD my jacket we done splashed it I gotta keep my ratchet
Yeah
This year let 'em have it cop a gulf stream to offset my taxes
Hittin' it from the back she gettin' attacked
This shit like black magic
Tennis chains a carat and a half on my ears gettin' clarity
Nothin' like these cappin'-ass rappers rеally 'bout that action
That action
Send 'em to my mama house my sistеr signin' for the packages
Ain't no clothes in there yeah couple 'bows in there
Yeah I put my blick and fix my shirt before I go inside yeah
Right
Two-three serve on different zaza come and pick your kind
Screw
Ketamine'll get you high this shit for the vibes
Screw
Poppin' shit catch me outside they gotta duck and dodge
Really up I got at least a dime in my garage
Gotta show me she your twin let's have a ménage yeah
Know the feds in town for switches and secret compartments
Every day we pushin' pounds we done beat up departments
They don't want me in that mode swear I'm really the hardest
Fuck them niggas let 'em die
Fuck 'em
I want it televised
Yeah
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs they trail behind me I got them steppers out
.223 a hundred shots swear that's my favorite kind
TRX came bulletproof bricks came in an inner tube
Frontline with them stompers every time like I ain't got shit to lose
I do
All about that pape' I'm on my grind I got some shit to do
Yeah
Use this as my interlude
Yeah
I'm cool on all them interviews
Yeah
Streets I got 'em in a headlock cut off my dreadlocks
Yeah
The lawyer wanted seven hundred grand he got it dead doc
Been on his ass the last twelve months
He shouldn't have said nothin'
Don't ask me how I feel about him fuck him take his head off
Hundred grand stuffed in my sweatpants these from Chrome Hearts
Money over bitches turn my back on gang?
Hell nah
She stay on my mind I think about her 'cause head raw
Then wait in a line for these pills like it's med call
You ain't got a couple M's put up you should shut the fuck up
All of y'all can't fuck with none of mine
I'm ready to put the check up
Tryin' to keep it low but I don't know how
This shit a different level
I'm my brother's keeper we all we got
We gotta stick together
She gon' give that twat to me whenever
Say I get her wetter
All this shit I got from out the gutter
Duckin' death forever
Never let 'em play me like a buster
On my lil' ones?
Never
Money make your whole life better
I want this shit forever
Fuck them niggas let 'em die
Fuck 'em
I want it televised
Yeah
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs they trail behind me
I got them steppers out
.223 a hundred shots swear that's my favorite kind
