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​yaa - ​sean pitaro lyrics

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[intro: sean pitaro]
i’m like, “yah, yah, yah”
you tryna be friends i’m like, “nah, nah, nah”
we came with the pump, it go right to attack
run your sh*t quick, big wheel, ‘lotta swerve
yeah, i’m like “yah, yah, yah”
i’m like, “yah, yah, yah”
yah*yah
(yah)

[hook: sean pitaro]
she say she wanna hang, i’m like, “yah, yah, yah”
you tryna be friends i’m like, “nah, nah, nah”
we came with the pump, it go right to attack
run your sh*t quick, big wheel, ‘lotta swerve
wanna hang? i’m like, “yah, yah, yah”
you tryna be friends i’m like, “nah, nah, nah”
we came with the pump, it go right to attack
run your sh*t quick, big wheel—

[verse 1: sean pitaro]
she wanna go to london, yeah
i told her to wait, yeah
i’ve been going big, tryna move from state to state
you ain’t with the sh*t, better stay in your place
moving in thе coupe, uber, you stay in your lane
i camе with the jump and he like a kick starter
gas got me moving real slow, feel r*t*rded
your sh*t sound trash, yeah, it smelling like some garbage
if you want my block, then you know we gotta start sh*t (bah*bah*bah)

[hook: sean pitaro & koi]
i’m like, “yah, yah, yah”
you tryna be friends i’m like, “nah, nah, nah”
we came with the pump, it go right to attack (bah*bah)
run your sh*t quick, big wheel, ‘lotta swerve (yeah)

[verse 2: koi]
backwood, only way i make it through the day (huh, yeah)
head good, shawty top in the brand new wraith (top, skrrt)
once a while, i be tapping, i can barely face (i can barely face)
up all night, or i’m high, it’s why i’m always late (why i’m always late)
up all night, all the gas told to come through (come through)
get a bag, do the skrrt, that’s a foreign do (foreign do)
drop top, big bag, she gon’ top me off (top me off)
all the neighbors know i’m here ’cause she loud enough (she loud enough)
uh, backwood, lot of spark (lot of spark), yeah
and my whip too big to park (skrrt), yeah
smoke be rolling out the car (car), uh
i know they fake, can’t drop my guard (drop my guard), ay
airing out the foreign, need a bad b*tch (bad b*tch), yeah
these labels know i’m here, got me lavish (got me lavish)
rolling off a spliff, baby, capping (capping)
hit the gas too hard, i be laughing

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