Nun id change

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Yeat - Pop, Rap

Nun id change

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[Intro] I-I— Remember (Remember) I-I— I-I'm working on dying BNYX [Chorus] Red bottoms up, know you gettin' slain Red bottoms out, hundred mil' cash, nothin' I'd change Now I got the fame Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames Take time off, bitch (Ah) Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame Got a Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it Burn a mil' every day, got the cash comin' in big time Pushin' two-hundrеd, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up 'Bout to food up, 'bout to take this Pеrc', baby, 'bout to food up I just have been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they cryin' out for help I don't think that I could feel I just wish that I could feel (Ugh) [Bridge] Fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Yeah) I been gettin' fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), get high to the moon I been fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), gettin' high to the moon, man Fly, fly, fly (Fly), fly (Fly, fly-fly-fly) [Chorus] Red bottoms up, know you gettin' slain Red bottoms out, hundred mil' cash, nothin' I'd change Now I got the fame Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames Take time off, bitch (Ah) Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame Got a Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it Burn a mil' every day, got the cash comin' in big time Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up 'Bout to food up, 'bout to take this Perc', baby, 'bout to food up I just have been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they're cryin' out for help I don't think that I could feel I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)

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Credits

Writers
  • Yeat
  • BNYX®
  • Colin Magdamo