LMK Lyrics – 1900Rugrat

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[Intro]
Take one to the face jugging off the
Take one to the face jugging off the dope
Take one to the face jugging off the
Take one to the face jugging off the dope

[Verse 1]
Beamer going way too fast, I can’t be stopped
Baby said she like the diamonds hanging off my ear
Lil bro a bull, quick to hogging, don’t look over here
I got 20 in my mouth, it look like a chandelier
B!tch want a BBL, I ain’t spending nothing on her Derrière

Better not push up L know it get scary there
Better stop complaining bout your life, this s*it ain’t very fair
How that boy say he been looking for me, I been everywhere
In a creek, somewhere at the beach, still post up on second with 2nem in the jeep
Trackhawk painted purple, this b!tch made my dream
They all want my life, but I swear this s*it ain’t sweet
Everybody switched up it’s just me 2 and 3
B!tch I keep that blitz on, staying with that heat
Can’t even fu*king put my pants on she cumming on my jeans
Told her put it on my face, she done came on my chain
I think the drug fu*ked up my brain
I think the drug fu*ked up my brain
I was trynna numb the pain
I was just tryn’ numb the pain
I was tryn’ numb the pain
I was numbing the pain

[Chorus]
Take one to the face jugging off the
Take one to the face jugging off the dope
Take one to the face jugging off the
Take one to the face jugging off the dope
Baby, let me know Baby, let me know I said, baby, let me know
Baby, let me know Baby, let me know Baby, let me know

[Verse 2]
I was trying to figure out which way to go
Told baby let me know, baby let me know
Baby let me know, baby let me know
Whats that in my cup it got me moving sideways
Gang keep them sticks on him like a fireplace
Last time I smoked with Tech, was smoking in the driveway
Told his ass don’t leave the hood that s*it still weigh on my brain
That s*it still weigh on my mind, spark a 3.5 smoking like a wildfire
Red tips five-five-six, looks something like a hot fry
Run up on me, you get clapped something like a high five
If you want some beef, choppa take out five guys
Brody pop four bars, guess he found the wifi
Stars in the ceiling, we can show the sci-fi
Lamb truck looking like a plane when it’s flying by
I’m running out of patience
Keep the 45 like a work for day shift
I can’t never loaf baby I don’t know know Deja
Getting bread like loaf baby I got so much paper
Getting bread like loaf I ain’t worried bout no hater
Kick back smoking dope with my feet up in Decatur
I’ve been on my own, why they asking me for favors
Blow the Draco, b!tch, I’m tryna wake the K up
Waking up the neighbors

[Chorus]
Take one to the face jugging off the
Take one to the face jugging off the dope
Take one to the face jugging off the
Take one to the face jugging off the dope
Baby, let me know Baby, let me know I said, baby, let me know
Baby, let me know Baby, let me know Baby, let me know