Lyrics to Bali Blonde
I went through Hell just to feel accepted
I used to hold my tongue, but turned it to a weapon, yeah
Was never good with puns, I hope you get the message
Although we had a lot of fun, thank God for all these blessings, yeah
I know you know that
We came too far to fall out
But I know and you know that
We came too far to fall out now
I do what I wanna, fuck the drama
Girl, you not my mama, yeah
Bitch, I stack these commas, do it for my papa
And I keep a Llama, yeah-yeah
This life that made a monster, money, that's my genre
Been that since a toddler
Search 2K on Google, baby, never been imposter
Toaster Strudel, knock off all your noodles 'til you pasta
No more rasta
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
I must be honest
I gotta be honest
We stay on offense
Hero, we hawk him
We just might off him
Lay that boy in a coffin
I know you know that
We came too far to fall out
But I know and you know that
We came too far to fall out now
To fall out now, yeah
They gon' call out now, yeah
Watch us ball out now
We gon' stack this money, tall count now, yeah
Keep it one hunnid
Stingray, it go two hunnid
In a day, we make three hunnid
Taylor-made gang, four hunnid, yeah
Now I know something
Bitches ain't nothing
No, I can't love shit
My feelings tucked in
No, I ain't frontin'
I keep it two hundred
Baby, fuck the assumptions
But the youngin' keep runnin'
But I know and you know that
We came too far to fall out now
I used to hold my tongue, but turned it to a weapon, yeah
Was never good with puns, I hope you get the message
Although we had a lot of fun, thank God for all these blessings, yeah
I know you know that
We came too far to fall out
But I know and you know that
We came too far to fall out now
I do what I wanna, fuck the drama
Girl, you not my mama, yeah
Bitch, I stack these commas, do it for my papa
And I keep a Llama, yeah-yeah
This life that made a monster, money, that's my genre
Been that since a toddler
Search 2K on Google, baby, never been imposter
Toaster Strudel, knock off all your noodles 'til you pasta
No more rasta
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
I must be honest
I gotta be honest
We stay on offense
Hero, we hawk him
We just might off him
Lay that boy in a coffin
I know you know that
We came too far to fall out
But I know and you know that
We came too far to fall out now
To fall out now, yeah
They gon' call out now, yeah
Watch us ball out now
We gon' stack this money, tall count now, yeah
Keep it one hunnid
Stingray, it go two hunnid
In a day, we make three hunnid
Taylor-made gang, four hunnid, yeah
Now I know something
Bitches ain't nothing
No, I can't love shit
My feelings tucked in
No, I ain't frontin'
I keep it two hundred
Baby, fuck the assumptions
But the youngin' keep runnin'
But I know and you know that
We came too far to fall out now