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YEAT - Ya Ya [Dir. by @DotComNirvan]
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クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Olivier Smith
Noah Olivier Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Rio
Rio
Producer

歌詞

Ooh, ya Racks on the table, yeah, racks on the yacht Ooh, ya Yeah, this syrup not no maple, bitch, I'm sippin' on that Wock', yeah They asked if I want diamonds, I said, "Ya-ya" They asked if I make money, I said, "Ya-ya" She just asked me, "What these diamonds is?" I said, "A yacht, yacht" They asked, "How many square feet in your house?" I said, "A lot, lot" I just went and bought the Urus then I took it off the lot I ain't try yet, I ain't give nothin' that I got Yeah, don't try me, bitch, I swear to God Finna touch a mill' then open the world's first lean bar (Man, what the fuck?) Yeah, bitch, I'm on the drugs, that's what we on I had to take a break from X, I feel it in my heart But I had to walk 'round before I had a car If I don't slow down, I won't make it far If you push me to the edge, I'm jumpin' extra far New Amiri jeans, when I ask what you want, bitch say a million things I just bought the AP, bitch, I got a million sinks Flush all my diamonds down the toilet, bitch, they flawless rings Yeah, I woke up on the Perc', man, I took a bean Yeah, I just left the Earth, they askin', "What that mean?" I just walked in that bitch with flawless diamonds, yeah, new Celine I can't rock with them broke boys, you ain't on the team, yeah I just called the devil, go ahead, upside-down the T I'm a fiend to be high, yeah, I can't feel a thing Ooh, ya Racks on the table, yeah, racks on the yacht Ooh, ya Yeah, this syrup not no maple, bitch, I'm sippin' on that Wock', yeah They asked if I want diamonds, I said, "Ya-ya" They asked if I make money, I said, "Ya-ya" She just asked me, "What these diamonds is?" I said, "A yacht, yacht" They asked, "How many square feet in your house?" I said, "A lot, lot" I just went and bought the Urus then I took it off the lot I ain't try yet, I ain't give nothin' that I got Yeah, don't try me, bitch, I swear to God Finna touch a mill' then open the world's first lean bar (Man, what the fuck?)
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Rio Francesco Leyva, Noah Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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