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Young Dolph - Yeeh Yeeh (Visualizer)
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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Voz
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Letrista
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Composición
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producción
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

Yeeh, yeeh (Let the band play) Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Don't know how I made it home last night, everything a blur (damn) Hallucinating, can't remember shit, drunk too much syrup (damn) Doin' 130 down Bellevue, fucked 'round and scraped the curb (whoa) My finger on the trigger (why?), 'cause I got bad nerves (okay) She say she a bartender (what else?), but she just love to twerk She say can I be her dinner? And she love chocolate dessert I buy cars likе they bicycles, don't make your nеxt car a hearse Can't nobody count faster than me, I'm a motherfuckin' nerd I stand on top of shit, I stamp that, that's my motherfuckin' word Hit my blunt, then take a sip, hit the blunt 'gain, and then I swerve Got so high, I bought a parrot, woke and forgot I had a bird (hold up) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) I been super lit since a jit, that's why you can't tell me shit (naw) I can't trust nobody, I mean nobody, and I can't love no bitch (never) Dolph about his money, hell yeah, he don't play that (play that) My son went to school today in the back of the Maybach (for real, though) I don't pass my blunts, I roll one up, then I'ma face that (yeah) Hit him where it hurt and smash his bitch and tell him take that (it's Dolph) Come through in a different foreign every time, I know they hate that (it's Dolph) You love savin' these hoes, don't you, pussy? Where your cape at? (Yeah, yeah), hah Gucci North Face boots (uh), tall nigga in a coupe (uh) Bust the Richard down blue (uh), fuck you, you, and you (yeah) Shots fired out the roof (fah, fah) Fake friends become worse enemies and that's between me and you (ayy) Yeah, yeah Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh) Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Krishon Gaines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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