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The Lot Video (MV)




Performed By: BabyRinn
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: BabyRinn, Arthur Minix, Corinne Williams




BabyRinn - The Lot Lyrics




I just gotta call from the doc
They said I'm too cold need shots
Big bills falling out my pocket
I just did gig at the spot
Lil crib stup big locks

I just did it big bigger rock
Lookin at watch weed socks
Dripin so wet I need mops
18 killin no drops
Lil crib stup big locks
I just gotta call from the lot

I got call from the lot
They say pull up got you spot
I am so cold I am hot
My Ex on line told her stop

I don't time for these hoes
I got me Hunnits need mo
I pop out and pull off im ghost
Say gimme that money you owe

I don't wanna talk ain't no digits
I'm busy stuck countin my millions
You talkin you sneakin you dissin you trippin
No friendship no love ain't no snitchin

I wished I prayed my Benjis
You say you for me but you trickin
You down on knees for a mention
I did all this shit ain't no fiction

I just gotta call from the doc
They Said I'm too cold need shots
Big bills falling out my pocket
I just did gig at the spot
Lil crib stup big locks

I just did it big bigger rock
Lookin at watch weed socks
Dripin so wet I need mops
18 killin no drops
Lil crib stup big locks
I just gotta call from the lot

I just gotta call from the doc
They Said I'm too cold need shots
Big bills falling out my pocket
I just did gig at the spot
Lil crib stup big locks

I just did it big bigger rock
Lookin at watch weed socks
Dripin so wet I need mops
18 killin no drops
Lil crib stup big locks
I just gotta call from the lot

Yo girl look me up what you think
You talkin Toyota I talk rafe
Get out my face if u ain't bout that bank
Got on 2 watch's I still come in late

I don't wanna talk ain't no digits
I'm busy stuck countin my millions
You talkin you sneakin you dissin you trippin
No friendship no love ain't no snitchin

I wished I prayed my Benjis
You say you for me but you trickin
You down on knees for a mention
I did all this shit ain't no fiction

I had to get away from the 4
Stay humble never rich never poor
When they see take off gotta go
Never sleep, never slump, never slow

Swear to god imma get it out the door
Heard cousin layed down I don't know
Get my granny out the trenches gotta go
I don't got no time I don't know

I don't know what to do
And I got the call and who knew
The the lot was was setup
Came out wit choppers and burrets
3 cars and they came in black sweaters

I don't know what to do
The setup or cane out the blue
I gotta go gotta move
I gotta go gotta prove
I'm better then what I'm used too

I just gotta call from the lot
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I just gotta call from the doc
They said I'm too cold need shots
Big bills falling out my pocket
I just did gig at the spot
Lil crib stup big locks

I just did it big bigger rock
Lookin at watch weed socks
Dripin so wet I need mops
18 killin no drops
Lil crib stup big locks
I just gotta call from the lot

I got call from the lot
They say pull up got you spot
I am so cold I am hot
My Ex on line told her stop

I don't time for these hoes
I got me Hunnits need mo
I pop out and pull off im ghost
Say gimme that money you owe

I don't wanna talk ain't no digits
I'm busy stuck countin my millions
You talkin you sneakin you dissin you trippin
No friendship no love ain't no snitchin

I wished I prayed my Benjis
You say you for me but you trickin
You down on knees for a mention
I did all this shit ain't no fiction

I just gotta call from the doc
They Said I'm too cold need shots
Big bills falling out my pocket
I just did gig at the spot
Lil crib stup big locks

I just did it big bigger rock
Lookin at watch weed socks
Dripin so wet I need mops
18 killin no drops
Lil crib stup big locks
I just gotta call from the lot

I just gotta call from the doc
They Said I'm too cold need shots
Big bills falling out my pocket
I just did gig at the spot
Lil crib stup big locks

I just did it big bigger rock
Lookin at watch weed socks
Dripin so wet I need mops
18 killin no drops
Lil crib stup big locks
I just gotta call from the lot

Yo girl look me up what you think
You talkin Toyota I talk rafe
Get out my face if u ain't bout that bank
Got on 2 watch's I still come in late

I don't wanna talk ain't no digits
I'm busy stuck countin my millions
You talkin you sneakin you dissin you trippin
No friendship no love ain't no snitchin

I wished I prayed my Benjis
You say you for me but you trickin
You down on knees for a mention
I did all this shit ain't no fiction

I had to get away from the 4
Stay humble never rich never poor
When they see take off gotta go
Never sleep, never slump, never slow

Swear to god imma get it out the door
Heard cousin layed down I don't know
Get my granny out the trenches gotta go
I don't got no time I don't know

I don't know what to do
And I got the call and who knew
The the lot was was setup
Came out wit choppers and burrets
3 cars and they came in black sweaters

I don't know what to do
The setup or cane out the blue
I gotta go gotta move
I gotta go gotta prove
I'm better then what I'm used too

I just gotta call from the lot
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Writer: BabyRinn, Arthur Minix, Corinne Williams
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