J.I.D — Baguetti

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Woah Kenny)

I need a minute to meditate
Gimme a second bae
Full of regret, I’ve been stressing on everything
So I’ma need everything, anything, pocket change
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound, let it

(Woof)
Man I miss my dogs, took off the (Roof)
I took that shit off, sped right to you
All you do is talk, that’s all you do
That’s all you do

She said, «I need a mani and pedi, bae»
Girl, ask yo man, he so petty, dang
I do not roll up no regular
My name ain’t Reggie or regulate
I feel like Dave
Wait, you talking ’bout Reggie?
Pull up on your ass, wedgie
I got the glow down in my belly
I been eating baguetti
I threw a TD on TV I’m TD Jakes, and God said
«He ain’t gon’ never gon’ leave me, he won’t forsake» wow
Please preacher, I love it
Duck back, divy up the duckets
You ain’t put a penny in the bucket
Pass plate ’round, last supper
Lotta shit changed since last summer but

I need a minute to meditate
Gimme a second bae
Full of regret, I’ve been stressing on everything
So I’ma need everything, anything, pocket change
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound, let it

(Woof)
Man, I miss my dogs, took off the (Roof)
I took that shit off, sped right to you
All you do is talk, that’s all you do

Can I holla, holla?
Look, can I holla, holla, holla, holla at you Hallelujah, girl, you a jalapeño
You da hottest, hollow points in a nina
How ya doin’, how you been, how you livin’?
I ain’t see you in a minute
Grind hard, I’ve been in and out of cities
Rippin’ and trippin’ and killin’ them bigots
You know your favorite ain’t fuckin’ with JIDDY
They takin’ flavor they come to the city
And push it to labels with the majors
And you think that you made it
But aha don’t play yourself
Born and raised here
Been a slave in a grave
I probably decay here
You would know what I mean if you came from here
But it’s all I’ma say
Welcome to the A
East Atlanta, I was playin’ with Klay
Hit the 3, Curry with the pot
With the D 50 shots in the sheesh
Call the cops, get the sheets
Bullets bounce to the beat
Don’t announce you a freak
We accounting’ for be accountable
Gotta get the money, move a mountain for it
Goin’ through the forest
I’m a wild boy, you on a wild horse
Bow and arrow, hit the wild boar
It’s a feast, the mild score
I pack up the sheets and power forward
Take a charge and fall, power forward
Hit the stage, break a leg like Paul George
Out in Bali ballin’ in my ball shorts
Heard he hate me, no sweat off my balls, boy

I need a minute to meditate (Me too)
Gimme a second bae
Full of regret, I’ve been stressing on everything (Me too)
So I’ma need everything, anything, pocket change
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound, let it

(Woof)
Man, I miss my dogs, took off the (Roof)
I took that shit off, sped right to you
All you do is talk, that’s all you do
That’s all you do