Lời Bài Hát PIKACHU – The Kid LAROI
I pull up, in a yellow Lambo’ like Pikachu (oh, yeah)
My teachers said I wouldn’t be shit, now look at you (oh)
I know you’re somewhere, down bad
‘Cause I just spent your whole check on a pair of some Jimmy Choo’s (oh, yeah)
I got nothin’ to prove, but a whole lot to lose
My mama used to sell drugs to pay for my school
My Uncle Doug got knocked and ended up on the news
This all I know, I had to do this, I couldn’t pick and choose (nah)
I used to pray for some better days
Ten years later, I’m in L.A. whippin’ that Bentayga
I’m paid up with entertainers, Henny, no chaser
And bad bitches by the cases, they entertain us
I know my ex-bitch down bad and regrettin’
Leavin’ me, and watchin’ everythin’ little thing I do
I know my old friends tell they new friends
That I switched up and tell ’em stories that were never true
Shit ain’t nothin’ new (nah), I’m livin’ comfortable
How the fuck you hatin’? Just three years ago, I was like you
Ninth grade, dropped out of school, used to sleep on JD couches
Yeah, I bought my mama house, who would’ve knew that I would
Pull up, in a yellow Lambo’ like Pikachu (oh, yeah)
My teachers said I wouldn’t be shit, now look at you (oh)
I know you’re somewhere, down bad
‘Cause I just spent your whole check on a pair of some Jimmy Choo’s (oh, yeah)
I got nothin’ to prove, but a whole lot to lose
My mama used to sell drugs to pay for my school
My Uncle Doug got knocked and ended up on the news
This all I know, I had to do this, I couldn’t pick and choose (couldn’t)
Yeah, I get to thinkin’ of this shit, it’s like, hmm, look
Never did you wrong, never told you nothin’ wrong, no
I always kept it one hundred from the jump, oh
I always try to keep it cool, but you were so cold (I did)
There’s a lot more to the story that they don’t know (oh, woah)
There’s a lot more to the story than the photo (oh, oh)
There’s a lot more to the story and we both know
But it’s okay, I’ll be good, no, oh
Long as my money right, I’ll be good, no, oh
Long as my bitch fine, I’ll be good, oh-oh
Long as the circle tight, then I’m good, on God