Lil’ Baghdad lyrics
by Destroy Lonely
[Intro]
(Cash Cudi on the beat, lil' boy)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (I really don't give a f*ck if i'm being honest)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (I just don't give a f*ck)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (And i'm high as hell)
Oh
[Chorus]
No, I don't give out my swag, these f*ck n*ggas take that
Uh, you know I don't want that sh*t back but you can just have it, my n*gga, take that
Uh, I know that's your b*tch but she bad, my n*gga, I might have to come through and take that
Yeah, and I know that I'm blowin' up just like a bomb in this b*tch, you can call me Lil' Baghdad
Uh, she sexy, I might have to bag that
Uh, oh, that's your ho? I been had that
Damn, all them damn clothes, I been had them
Damn, he was in first but I passed him
Overseas drip, fly like Aladdin
Tell me what you need, lil' b*tch, you can have that
Broke n*gga problems, ain't no way I'm havin' that
Rich n*gga problems, yes, lil' b*tch, I'm havin' that
And I just hit this ho without a f*ckin' follow back
[Verse]
Yes, I lead the way and then they follow that
Uh, checks, they comin' in, I might spend it all if I'm on that
Uh, my jeans is fitted like a ball cap
I got a real addiction to this Balmain
Brought her to the Rick store, she used to the mall, man
Bought her some new fly sh*t, n*gga, she ain't goin' back
No, she not goin' back
No, she not goin' back
You a lame, she not comin' back
In my lane, and I'm movin' fast
Might have to truck a f*ck n*gga, go through his ass
Broke sh*t, I told myself I wasn't doin' that
I was just dead broke, no, I'm not goin' back
Lil' b*tch, I'm online just like computers, man
[Refrain]
Uh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
No, I don't give out my swag, these f*ck n*ggas take that
Uh, you know I don't want that sh*t back but you can just have it, my n*gga, take that
Uh, I know that's your b*tch but she bad, my n*gga, I might have to come through and take that
Yeah, and I know that I'm blowin' up just like a bomb in this b*tch, you can call me Lil' Baghdad
Uh, she sexy, I might have to bag that
Uh, oh, that's your ho? I been had that
Damn, all them damn clothes, I been had them
Damn, he was in first but I passed him
Overseas drip, fly like Aladdin
Tell me what you need, lil' b*tch, you can have that
Broke n*gga problems, ain't no way I'm havin' that
Rich n*gga problems, yes, lil' b*tch, I'm havin' that
And I just hit this ho' without a f*ckin' follow back
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On gang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah