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FAKE

BROCKHAMPTON

Hip-Hop/Rap

16.788 Shazams

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Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Take that shit from me some more I just need to be alone Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Nigga talk shit? I'll single you out If you've got a problem we can figure it out I'm from H-Town, but the gold in my mouth Southside niggas put a hole in your house A hole in your spouse Better think twice 'fore you open you mouth It's gettin' real close to the first of the month Niggas hit licks, for the gas and the blunt Send 'em to the doc, gotta open them up Niggas load guns in the back of the truck Niggas hate money 'til they laced with gold Gotta get a gun for your hateful foes Flex too hard and your casket close You don't want your momma come and get you from the morgue Tall white T, blood on the floor Ohhh, don't say that Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Take that shit from me some more I just need to be alone Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Take that shit from me some more I just need to be alone Uhhh, I feel like Master P I ain't no slave, ain't lettin no one try to massa me I'm gettin' tested, tested, but nobody passin' me That sugar coated shit don't need them extra calories It's a machine, that's why we work inside the factory Put 'em up for me, display it like it's a gallery Don't need your salary, gold on me like it's alchemy Givin' niggas the battery when they witness the mastery Ohhh, don't say that Don't talk to me, we don't play that They got chalk for me, I make outlines like it's pottery I got a squad full of fuckin' oddities I got squash, apricots and broccoli We turn weird shit to a commodity I'm on a odyssey, for real quality It's like ohhh Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Take that shit from me some more I just need to be alone Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Take that shit from me some more I just need to be alone I look like a Somali pirate (don't say that!) Failed middle school and college (don't say that!) Daddy say I'm an asshole (don't say that!) Dick complexion of a Backwoods (eww, don't say that) She text me, dry as the Sahara (oh, wow!) After she get in that casa Merlyn (straight up!) I was in that mouth like flouride That pussy tight as a hair tie (ah, ooh, ooh) Scrunchie, I'm so horny baby, bitch your house, pussy, baby When I get the munchies I steal, I don't share roaches, baby Bum with the good haircut (ooh, ooh) Bum with a good haircut, mattress and magic dick Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Take that shit from me some more I just need to be alone Yippy yay, yippy yay, hit me on my cellu' phone Yippy yay, yippy yay, I'll be right back with the dope Yippy yay, yippy yay, I know you niggas need some more Take that shit from me some more I just need to be alone
Writer(s): Russell Evan Boring, Clifford Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Ameer Vann, Dominique Simpson, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, Isaiah Merriweather Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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