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drama - yeat lyrics

[chorus]
yeah i count these bands i count these racks they on my dresser
yeah these diamonds real these diamonds real go get a tester
talk said i don’t do no school, i don’t do semesters
talk bout how i makin it get hotter i use peppers
she just want the money she won’t kick it, i need neck first
got whole lotta other money things put [?] on my sweatshirt
i really mind my business don’t want drama b*tch no pleasure
i think that i was born for this it’s my time to get some trеasure

i put these racks in my bag
i swеar that these kids don’t be goin’ outside

[verse]
i stick to myself like a barber
sh*t get invisible just like a ritual
i had to make it survive it oh yeah
i needed my money yeah it’s individual
i just got 14k in one day
all i wanna do is just make some plays
you already know that i’m rich just look at my face
you don’t know how i feel i’ve been going through a phase
stacking my racks and racks and racks and racks and racks until you get a raise
then look at my bag bag bag bag bag took a look at they face
yeah; girl said she wanna go with me [no no no no no no]
yeah these racks are all that go with me [go go go go go go]
yeah this ice on me is like some froyo yo yo yo
she jump on my d*ck like a pogo go
hundreds of benjamin’s cash
hop in the coupe and i swear to god yeah i be going so fast
yeah i’ve been living my life i’ve been trying my best
i f*ck with the heads like in a game of chess
i’m smokin’ on weed you been smokin on [?]
but i like me some molly i like it the best
i’m feeling this beat i can feel in my chest
if you gimme a test ima cheat on the test
she suck on my d*ck i’m bouta nut on her br**sts
got a whole lotta problems not one i confess
i been stacking they money now you know the rest
i been doin’ this sh*t
i been doin’ this sh*t
i been doin’ this sh*t
i been doin’ this sh*t
i been doin’ this sh*t
i been doin’ this sh*t
stop with the foolishness
yeah her p*ssy got booze in it
don’t gimme no ruler b*tch
i’m going harder don’t do this sh*t
ima show you how to do this sh*t
just don’t do it at all
they hope that i fall
my back against the wall
this sh*t took a while but it last a while
[chorus]
yeah i count these bands i count these racks they on my dresser
yeah these diamonds real these diamonds real go get a tester
talk said i don’t do no school, i don’t do semesters
talk bout how i making it get hotter i use peppers
she just want the money she won’t kick it, i need neck first
got whole lotta other money things put [?] on my sweatshirt
i really mind my business don’t want drama b*tch no pleasure
i think that i was born for this its my time to get some treasure

i put these racks in my bag
i swear that these kids don’t be goin’ outside

- yeat lyrics

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