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märching (open verse) - yeat lyrics

[intro]
ooh, i’m
oh, oh
i got some, bad fantasies, that’s a bad lifestyle
got some bad money, but i, kept up with this lifestyle
i keep guns on me, keep drugs on me, keep big glock
(i*i*i*i’m working on dying, bnyx)

[chorus]
touch down in london on this private jet (yuh)
i make that music (yeah), make you wanna flex (yuh)
yeah, i bought that buildin’ right next to the ‘vette (yuh)
b*tch, i been so high (yeah), i don’t even touch the ground (yuh, woo)
you can’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around (yeah)
i got money in my pocket, this b*tch got fatter now (fatter now)
heard yo ass fallin’ out, heard yo ass fallin’ down (woah)
huh, they can’t cross me lil’ b*tch, boy i turned it upside down

[verse]
(woo) put money on yo head, put money on yo wig
put money on this whip, this urus go two hundrеd b*tch (skrrt) (ooh)
said i bought the benz, [?] yank on the b*tch (yank on it)
and f*ck what you said, you a lil’ bitty b*tch (lil’ bitty), a lil’ bitty itty*ty b*tch (itty)
i call up thе mob, and the muhf*ckers hit (yeah), i’m talkin’ bout it*it*it
yeah, you couldn’t even level wit’ all of these racks (ooh*yeah), you n0body [?]
i don’t give a f*ck what you said, you a b*tch, the muhf*ckers never re*read it (b*tch)
i told you you never existed, yeah, the muhf*ckin’ err (err)
yankin’ that b*tch off the side, i’m making that b*tch like the drums (buh)
i put on the clip and some drums (ooh, woah), got big b*lls i don’t run (yeah)
i don’t give a f*ck, no fun (yeah), you don’t even got no funds (mh)
lil bitty b*tch got the— err (woo), swervin’ that— err (woo)
i’m on the side wit’ the— err (eh), couldn’t decide by the wh0re (eh)
lil’ p*ssy lil’ b*tch got the homework, i’m in sp*ce, see the whole world (yeah)
jackin’ my style but it ain’t worth it (it ain’t), that sh*t will never work (yeah)
run it again, ’cause that sh*t will never work
[chorus]
touch down in london on this private jet (yuh)
i make that music (yeah), make you wanna flex (yuh)
yeah, i bought that buildin’ right next to the ‘vette (yuh)
b*tch, i been so high (yeah), i don’t even touch the ground (yuh, woo)
you can’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around (yeah)
i got money in my pocket, this b*tch got fatter now (fatter now)
heard yo ass fallin’ out, heard yo ass fallin’ down (woah)
huh, they can’t cross me lil’ b*tch, boy i turned it upside down

[outro]
(woo)
(ooh)
(yank on it)
(yeah, it*it*it)

- yeat lyrics

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