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(Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Turn that shit up, 2aab) (Let's go) Everything way too flawless They stay hating, how much you want? Yeah, I want all it I already told you to stop hitting my phones up, why you calling? No I ain't leaving the stu', I been making these hits Go to sleep in the morning Think that a GOAT like me extinct, these kids so boring Yeah, I wake up on the E, I can hear her snoring I went and fucked my money up, I was horny Y'all music on some Thanksgiving dinner, that shit was corny Racks on me, yeah, what (Money, yeah) I was lovin' that, I was lovin' that I was lovin' that slut, slut (Woo) Yeah, ah, ah, I was deep in her gut, yeah (Woo) High in the sky, high in the sky like I'm Budden (Ah-ah) All that broke shit is dead All of thеse diamonds is VS1, these bitchеs a sled I really love to take all these drugs, I'm sipping red right now Bitch told me I'ma die, told her I don't care, but I'm good though Y'all not, y'all on that dog food, that good dope I remember when I didn't care In case it's something up I keep it extended All they shit is trash, the car they got is rented All these kids is wack, they just do what the fuck is trendy Yeah (Let's go), and I guess right now, that's me For a year straight, every week I had a new kid soundin' like me Yeah, that shit was bad, no I wasn't lying Takin' a Perc' before brushing my teeth This is the first time I slept this week I'm feeling blessed like I just sneezed Yeah, vibed out, ah, riding 'round Don't test me, I always hold my ground They say, "Yeat, why the fuck is you growling?" 'Cause I'm high, and that mean that I'm falling down from it I'll leave you traumatized (Yeah) And I'm still in this thang (Yeah) I changed my style so much (Yeah) Yeah (Turn that shit up, 2aab) (Let's go) Everything way too flawless They stay hating, how much you want? Yeah, I want all it I already told you to stop hitting my phones up, why you calling? No I ain't leaving the stu' I been making these hits, go to sleep in the morning Think that a GOAT like me extinct, these kids so boring Yeah, I wake up on the E, I can hear her snoring I went and fucked my money up, I was horny Y'all music on some Thanksgiving dinner, that shit was corny Racks on me, yeah what (Money, woo) I was lovin' that, I was lovin' that I was lovin' that slut, slut (Woo) Yeah, ah, ah, I was deep in her gut, yeah (Woo) High in the sky, yeah (Woo) (Turn that shit up, 2aab) So so up, up, up, so so up, yeah I think I'm in love, yeah, ah, ah Yeah I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to eat
Writer(s): Oleg Koshelev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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