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heavy stunts - yeat & don toliver lyrics

[pre*chorus: yeat]
uh, uh, uh, hey
yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (hold on)
no, you is not mine (uh, uh, woah, woah)
no, you is not
i’m not the two, i’m not the three

[chorus: yeat]
my b*tch bad (huh*huh)
my money fat (huh*huh)
and i won’t talk ’em, i’m goin’ bray’, i’m goin’ cray’
b*tch, i’m the one, i’m not the two, i’m not the three
like the check when it bounce, leavin’ it, when it in
how you gon’ talk to me?
you on the sideline, you is not mine
yeah, you a dumb lil’ c*nt
no, you is not mine
yeah, you a dirty lil’ b*tch (ha)
no, you is not fine
i made a whole lot motherf*ckin’ money, yeah, ’cause it’s all mine (yeah)
i do a whole lot of motherf*ckin’ sh*t, yeah, ’cause it’s my time
i do a whole lot, whatever i want
drop his head off, shoot him with gun
i like head, yeah, i like the money
i like the big bag, i like the one (woah, woah, woah)
you do what i say, you do what i say, you do what i say, yeah
we chop off his head, we chop off his head
we chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
i start a riot in this b*tch (yeah*yeah)
yeah, we could slide in this b*tch
and i could slide in that b*tch
1*7*5 in this whip
and i would never crash out
see, that is the difference between you and me
you would pass out
[pre*chorus: yeat]
uh, uh, uh, hey
yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (hold on)
no, you is not mine (uh, uh, woah, woah)
no, you is not
i’m not the two, i’m not the three

[verse: don toliver & yeat]
uh, who that? the boy, that big old sipper (woo)
got racks out, it’s bustin’ out my zipper
in a suburban with a big box, it’s shipped off, it’s gone (yeah)
overseas, with a lil’ bad baby, chanelly and all (hey, yeah)
she bustin’ down in the strips, it’s reggaeton
double c, get waitin’, i’m out, when she gettin’ it on (woo)
all these hoes were poppin’ the mollies
pulled off in a harley (err), why these hoes wanna top me
why my fans wanna crowd me? tell me how this soundin’
we trappin’ outta downey (we chop—), on top of the mountain
my diamonds got me drownin’ (we chop—)
ha*ha, this sh*t a big*big business, smoke you down like a cigar

[chorus: yeat]
my b*tch bad (huh*huh)
my money fat (huh*huh)
and i won’t talk ’em, i’m goin’ bray’, i’m goin’ cray’
b*tch, i’m the one, i’m not the two, i’m not the three
like the check when it bounce, leavin’ it, when it in
how you gon’ talk to me?
you on the sideline, you is not mine
yeah, you a dumb lil’ c*nt
no, you is not mine
yeah, you a dirty lil’ b*tch (ha)
no, you is not fine
i made a whole lot motherf*ckin’ money, yeah, ’cause it’s all mine (yeah)
i do a whole lot of motherf*ckin’ sh*t, yeah, ’cause it’s my time
i do a whole lot, whatever i want
drop his head off, shoot him with gun
i like head, yeah, i like the money
i like the big bag, i like the one (woah, woah, woah)
you do what i say, you do what i say, you do what i say, yeah
we chop off his head, we chop off his head
we chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
[outro]
i start a riot in this b*tch (what?)
yeah, we could slide in this b*tch
and i could slide in that b*tch
1*7*5 in this whip
and i would never crash out
see, that is the difference between you and me
you would pass out (uh*huh)

- yeat don toliver lyrics

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