Baguetti – Smino, JID & Kenny Beats 

Baguetti Lyrics

Woah, Kenny

I need a minute to meditate
Gimme a second, babe
Full of regret, I been stressing on everythang
So I’m a need everythang, anything, pocket change
Let it bang (bang), let it bang (bang)
It’s a freedom sound
Let it bang (bang)
Let it bang (bang) , let it bang (bang)
It’s a freedom sound
Let it bang

[Post-Chorus: Smino]
Man I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, spir-i-ti-yul
All you do is talk, that’s all you do
That’s all you do

She said “I need a mani and pedi, bae
Girl that’s yo man? He so petty, dang?”
I do not roll up no regular
My name ain’t Reggie, I regulate, I feel like Dame
When you talking bout reggie
Pull up on yo ass, wedgie
I got the glow, down in my belly
I been eating baguetti (ooh)
I do a titty on TV, I’m T.D. Jakes (“And God said!”)
“He ain’t never gone leave me, he won’t forsake me”
Wow, preach preacher, I love it
duck back divvy up the duckie
She ain’t wanna put a penny in a bucket
Pass the plate around, Last Supper
Lotta shit changed since last summer
But I need a minute to meditate

Gimme a second, babe
Full of regret, I been stressing on everythang
So I’m a need everythang, anything, pocket change
Let it bang (bang) , let it bang (bang)
It’s a freedom sound
Let it bang (bang)
Let it bang (bang), let it bang (bang)
It’s a freedom sound
Let it bang

Man I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, spir-i-ti-yul
All you do is talk, that’s all you do
That’s all you do

Can I holla, holla, uh, yeah..
Can I holla, holla, holla, holla at ya
Hallelujah girl, you a jalapeño
You the hottest hollow points in the nina
How you doing? How you been? How ya lih-ving?
I ain’t seen you in a minute
Grind hard, I been in and out of cities
Ripping and tripping and killing the biggest
You know your favorite ain’t fucking with Jiddeth
They’re taking flavor and come to the city
And push it to labels with the majors
And you thinking you made it
But a-ha! Don’t play yourself
Born and raised here
Been a slave in a grave, I’ll prolly decay here
You would know what I mean if you came from here
But this all I’m a say: “Welcome to the A”
East Atlanta I was playing with Clay, hit the three
Curry with the pot, with the D
50 shots sending, sheesh
Call the cops, get the sheets
Bullets bounce to the beat
Don’t announce you a freak
We’ll count a four, be accountable
Gotta get the money, move a mountain for it
Going through the forest
I’m a wild boy on a wild horse
Bow and arrow, hit the wild boar
It’s a feast, a mild score
I pack up the sheets and pile for it
Take the charge and fall, power forward

Hit the stage break a leg like Paul George
Out in Bali ballin’ in my ball shorts
Heard he hate me, no sweat off my balls, boy (Hol’ up)

I need a minute to meditate(me too)
Gimme a second, babe
Full of regret, I been stressing on everythang(me too)
So I’m a need everythang, anything, pocket change
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound
Let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang
It’s a freedom sound
Let it bang

Man I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, spir-i-ti-yul
All you do is talk, that’s all you do
That’s all you do