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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaru Hills
Yaru Hills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prod. By Hokatiwi
Prod. By Hokatiwi
Producer

歌詞

Bad temper, Bag flipper
OOh, what you gon' do
Let me know somethin baby, I can't
Give you all my time, no, It might sound crazy
You in the way if you ain't makin' plays
Long as I'm livin', touch a milli', gotta make a way
If you my dog, just know we ballin', I'm all in
Ayy, yeah, yeah, if you my bitch, can I get the phone
Callin' no texts (Yoooo)
Bust me down now
I remember havin' nothing, I was down, down
I'm too used to them gun sounds
Shells droppin', got it sounding like surround sound
(Aayooo)
I can't give you all my time, you get mad
Get to blockin' me on Instagram, it's fine, tho baby
I don't do the mind games
Ain't no you and me if you don't change your mind frame
But you my dog, for sure
You do your thing, though
You had my back when I was standin' with that rain coat
Pull up, game strong
You know I love the way you bend and grab your ankles
Know that them, my dogs, nah, ain't no calm down
Get out the way, though
Punchin up them cards, took a trip to San Diego
Nefuego, let me hit this road , can't see me goin' gold
I can't change, I keep it on me, can't go back to bein' broke
We go round for round, just know I'm all in
I know you think that I ignore when you be callin
But I'm on the road
I know you mad & had a bad day
Just lit the blunt and got the knockin' over ashtrays
Oh, what you gon' do? Let me know some, baby
I can't give you all my time, no, I might sound crazy
You in the way if you ain't makin' plays
Long as I'm livin', touch a milli', gotta make a way
If you my dog, just know we ballin', I'm all in
AYY, yeah, yeah, if you my bitch, can I get the phone call
No text, (yooo)
Bust me down now
I remember havin' nothing, I was down, down
I'm too used to them gun sounds
Shell droppin', got a sign, that's a round sound
Oh, I just wanna know what you gon' do for a ****
I can't give you all my time, I been focused on bigger
Like to have money, need a private jet
Ain't nothin' basic, need them diamonds shinin' round my neck
If you my dog, know you can call me
Still pick up the phone, you call collect
My bitch ain't see me in a minute, no, we boutta make a mess
Oh, what you gon' do? Let me know some, baby
I can't give you all my time, no, I might sound crazy
You in the way if you ain't makin' plays
Long as I'm livin', touch a milli', gotta make a way
If you my dog, just know we ballin', I'm all in
Yeah, yeah, if you my bitch, can I get the phone call
No text, (yooo)
Bust me down now
I remember havin' nothing, I was down, down
I'm too used to them gun sounds
Shell droppin', got a sign, that's a round sound
Written by: Yaru Hills
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