Way back

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Yeat - Rap, USA

Way back

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[Intro] I just went took what it took on my side I just went fucked with this thottie, on my slime I just want fuck, I don't wan' hear 'bout these signs I keep a blick tucked, it's up by surprise I don't give a fuck, I'm just high, I'm ridin' I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine Heard you wan' come to my city, then suck on that blicky Lil' baby, come fuck in the car [Chorus] Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, hundred thousand Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, look at it, look at it Turn it five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred Turn it to a mil', yeah, two mil', yeah, three mil', huh Hell yeah, I'm fucking this thot Hell yeah, just been serving that rock Hell yeah, finna chop out the Tonk' Hell yeah, finna swerve out the lot I heard you say you got money coming in, but we all know that's a lie We all know you a broke boy, bitch boy, lil' boy, you ain't got cash, you ain't fly I just went took what it took on my side I just went fucked with this thottie, on my slime I just want fuck, I don't wan' hear 'bout these signs I keep a blick tucked, it's up by surprise I don't give a fuck, I'm just high, I'm ridin' I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine Heard you wan' come to my city, then suck on that blicky Lil' baby, come fuck in the car (Yeah) [Verse] I can't even fuck with that shit, I turn that mil' to like six I can't even fuck with a lame, they a groupie, they a motherfuckin', motherfuckin' bitch Heard you was switchin' the sides, you criss-cross applesauce, switch on your guys, yeah I don't give a fuck 'bout surprise, I'm talking to God, lil' bitch, I be high Fooded up, ridin' with that bitch, I been booted up My money been dancin', my money been twerkin', my money slut If that shit is 'bout my money, I need that, bitch, ain't no buts Everything we do is flawless, bitch, yeah, I don't give a fuck (Yeah) Ridin' 'round, I'm in the Tonka truck, fuckin' up (Yeah, yeah) I don't give a fuck, bitch, I fuck enough (Yeah, yeah) I got a check lil' bitch, you know I fuck it up (Yeah, yeah) I did a race with the Lam' and I fucked it up (Yeah, yeah) You tryna steal my swag that you can't touch (Yeah, yeah) You cannot do all this shit, bitch, you big bluff (Yeah, yeah) Who the hell you is? Where you came from? (Yeah, yeah) Pop a couple Percs, that bitch is an M-box (Yeah, yeah) I run it up, bitch, I can't stop (Yeah, yeah) You is a lame, you a fake opp (Yeah, yeah) She suck it up, yeah, she ate out (Yeah, yeah) Used to be broke, so shout out my first hundred (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, hundred thousand Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, look at it, look at it Turn it five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred Turn it to a mil', yeah, two mil', yeah, three mil', huh Hell yeah, I'm fucking this thot Hell yeah, just been serving that rock Hell yeah, finna chop out the Tonk' Hell yeah, finna swerve out the lot I heard you say you got money coming in, but we all know that's a lie We all know you a broke-boy bitch, boy, lil' boy, you ain't got cash, you ain't fly I just went took what it took on my side I just went fucked with this thottie, on my slime I just want fuck, I don't wan' hear 'bout these signs I keep a blick tucked, it's up by surprise I don't give a fuck, I'm just high, I'm ridin' I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine Heard you wan' come to my city, then suck on that blicky Lil' baby, come fuck in the car (Yeah)

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  • Lucid
  • Bugz Ronin
  • ​dulio
  • Yeat