no good - yung talii lyrics
[chorus: chow lee]
i’m out in vegas f*cking b*tches from atlanta
we wore a mask we had them sticks we was on camera
used to be broke and now my pockets looking santa claus
yeah got mixed emotions did a perc then did some adderall
we just some young n*ggas yeah we from the hood doing things that we never should (hey aye)
i did a lot of bad sh*t to get this money
imma stack it til it’s seven foot or more
[verse 1: yung talii]
i’m the top 1 that is not up for debating
made her suck me up and then i double c’d the lil b*tch fragrance
imma get the money i ain’t got no time for waiting
made her open up and put the stimulus inside her savings
my brother tried to cross me over had to stick and move
ain’t pay for p*ssy but i pay my dues
ain’t wanna f*ck, the pointers on me made her change her mood
b*tches wasn’t litty til i f*cked em got em in the loop
all my n*ggas gonna ride for me like they in the inner tubes
said i loved you but i lied to you i was in your tubes
i’m a rapper yeah i’m good with synonyms and syllables
when i’m out in cali i can’t smoke unless it’s sealable
it’s ironic that you want me dead but it’s k!lling you
hitters on my head i had to f*ck around and tint the coupe
pardon my back i be with them steppers when i’m in the room
seen a opp put metal to his face now he doctor doom
[verse 2: chow lee]
and my b*tch a stripper had a good night i just got the broom
i’m really alcohol anonymous they call me on the zoom coronavirus
i’m on a pj drinking lean and it’s on autopilot
i’m putting balmain on my jeans i feel like billie jean
my diamonds dancing matter fact these sh*ts is billie jean
if you my brother i say i love you then i really mean it
he ain’t no better bought a stick and turned it into a demon
and all my money old i call them b*tches morgan freeman
[verse 3: nu sace]
if i want it imma buy it cause i f*cking seen it
my b*tch look like miley cyrus but she showing cleavage
choppa singing like a choir i just shot the deacon
he commited treason i was just playing defense
f*cking b*tches all the time
baby i just need a vibe
imma pass you to the guys
baby is you mad or nah?
still gon get you fashion nova just let me know yo size
i’m drunk but i won’t mack the rover lets just go for a ride
[chorus: chow lee]
i’m out in vegas f*cking b*tches from atlanta
we wore a mask we had them sticks we was on camera
used to be broke and now my pockets looking santa claus
yeah got mixed emotions did a perc then did some adderall
we just some young n*ggas yeah we from the hood doing things that we never should (hey aye)
i did a lot of bad sh*t to get this money
imma stack it til it’s seven foot or more
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