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dnt lië - yeat lyrics

i just went up on the list, yeah
b*tch, i went doubled my wrist
lil’ buddy smokin’ on p*ss
i’m f*ckin’ my money, blow a kiss
i ain’t have percs all day, i, i gotta get ’em
i know they took my wave, i gotta, i gotta split ’em
why would i tell you to get in this gle tonka then swerve? yeah
why would i tell you to move these packs for me? no, don’t lie
why would i tell you to move these stacks for me? you know why
why would i tell you to move these packs for me? no, don’t lie

i just get high, then i rev it out
we take this sh*t to your mommy house
i just get high, i don’t map it out
b*tch, i took the plane on a different route
pull up to the city, we knock out the show, we tellin’ these p*ssies to move around
i just got off the phone with eliantte, told me check him, and then it’s a eighty ball
no, you can’t f*ck with the mob
no, you can’t f*ck with the god
seen your broke ass in your hometown, seen your ass workin’ a job
i hit the bank with any amount, i’m knowin’ they pullin’ it out
i’m tellin’ you this sh*t ain’t fine as it gets
i’m tellin’ you this sh*t ain’t fine, this sh*t ain’t
i’m tellin’ you don’t waste my time, i tell it again
yeah, i’m tellin’ you i’m parked outside, it’s harder to get
got a g63 on the coupe
got a glock 23, the swoop
he get jumped out, yeah, no rule
it’s a back order, baby, get loot
got twizz army, b*tch, we got troops
feel like toys r us with coupes
got some hi*tech, red sittin’ in my juice
super boy syrup, ’bout to get it, get loose

i had to bag back too, yeah, what’s in the backpack, boo? yeah
chanel, number (n) ine on the group, yeah
pull up, i’m takin’ the loot
b*tch, i’m on the percs, i been nodding off
i can’t feel nothin’, i can’t feel at all
you gotta tell me somethin’ if you tell it all
you a snitch, yeah, you will tell the law
everything around me flawless, yeah
every diamond on me flawless
i’m rich, i don’t need dollars, yeah
all my guys really ballers
they bitin’ the swag lingo like piranhas
who said the demon really is a monster?
you is not real, you is an imposter
that p*ssy play dead like that b*tch a possum
i don’t feel nothin’ at all, i just been vibed out
yeah, we don’t f*cks with law, yeah, we gon’ slide out, yeah
you a broke boy, don’t get involved, you can’t ride around
most of y’all really be b*tches, i can’t f*ck with y’all

- yeat lyrics

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