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fight night round 3 shit - lil yachty lyrics

[intro]
oooh sav k!lled it

[verse 1: yachty]
if i was down to my last dollar, give a f*ck what they think
we gon’ load a 80 benz and old impala
told this b*tch my boys from detroit she askin bout sada
my wife prolly in new york making enchiladas
b*tch want me to put her in school, i am not your poppa
thirty clip and it feel full, i’m in my mood
ready to road rage in a rolls (aye)
ready to road in a rolls to go hit your hoe
b*tch leave me alone when i’m at home, & i’m sipping my fo’
n*ggas better not run up on me wrong, that sh*t in my coat
and it clear they lookin at boat just like he the pope

[verse 2: babyface ray]
you know i done done it all, i ain’t shotty lo
rap n*gga play with the bag, keep it on the low
cool n*gga run with the steppers, steppin on the dope
i just*i just touched down, yachty scooped me double r
i think i gotta everything man saint laurant
n*gga say they see on the jet and on the block
give a bad b*tch 4 minutes like a vibe
lil cuz said he want some money, send him out
spot banging like it’s fast food in n out
if my youngin catch a n*gga outside they’ll spin the block
how the f*ck these n*ggas actin like they street they in the house
[verse 3: veeze]
heard that n*gga want the clout, f*ck it put them in a cloud
heard the brokest n*ggas loud that’s why i don’t make a sound
that n*gga said he don’t like veeze, he don’t know why
i read about sh*t you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about
i sleep on chrome heart pillows at lil boat house
i’m doing scamming sending bows to yo hoe house
riding with a 120 shots boy that’s 4 glocks
me and face had shows and low’s and they sold out
we just turned a san fran mansion to a grow house
i just spent 3 thousand on a coat cause it’s cold now

[verse 4: yachty]
i can’t ride around in that bentley, cause it’s old now
i can’t hang around with that n*gga, cause he told now
you was just a gangsta online, why you folding now
i thought body was your og, why they hoein’ him out

[verse 5: ray]
pull up in atl with them things, make it snow in the south
trappin by the door in my room, it’s one more on the couch
seventeen wavy not a yacht in the water
rolex shopping seen the yacht and i bought it
me and meech treat the gallery like a office
lately i been globetrotten like i’m playing in harlem
riding round like we ain’t famous with a glock and a rarri
all my n*ggas banging red, like they got hired at target
bout to change my name to ken, all my b*tches be barbies
she keep throwing me the p*ssy, but i really don’t want it
if her throat could have a baby, i might end up on maury
walk around with 20 thousand for the times i was strarvin’
[verse 6: yachty]
if she pop an x pill, then that p*ssy i’m carving
i done f*cked a thousand girls who bd’s think i’m garbage
well it’s a pandemic, world recession, i’m never starving
n*gga play with my money leave him lumpy like martin

let’s be honest, i’m the real reason all you b*tches want a birkin
how the h*ll his nails painted and his n*ggas gonna murk you
made a million dollar cash and the bank i ain’t go to
seen what you said online, i just really don’t know you
why would i shine some light on these n*ggas on purpose
my b*tch bring her friend it’s gon’ turn to a circus
i just got mad at veeze, he don’t check his purchases
(ahhhh)
i’m in purses
this b*tch mad i ain’t text back, she worthless

- lil yachty lyrics

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