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Yeat
Yeat
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Colin Magdamo
Colin Magdamo
Songwriter
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BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Colin Magdamo
Colin Magdamo
Producer
Yeat
Yeat
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Letra

I-I-I'm Remember (Remember) I-I-I'm I-I'm working on dying BNYX Red bottoms up, money gettin' slain Red bottoms out, hunnid mill' in cash, nun' I'd change, now I got the fame Hoppin' out the Range, diamonds on—, diamonds on my face Nun' I can say, I—I'on fuck with all the lames Take time off, bitch (Yeah) Gettin' head by the chain, muhfuckin' flame Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh Every time a muh'fuck play, everybody say that in they face, uh It was not everyday, turnin' back Burn a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time Pussy too hungry, I'm whinin', call up big slimе, yeah X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up Yeah, 'boutta fool up, 'boutta tint thе crank baby, 'boutta fool up I don't understand myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all None of these muhfuckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help I don't think that I could feel I just wish that I could feel (Ugh) Fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Yeah) I been gettin' fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), get high to the moon I been fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), gettin' high to the moon Fly, fly, fly (Fly), fly (Fly, fly-fly-fly) Red bottoms up, money gettin' slain Red bottoms out, hunnid mill' in cash Nun' I'd change, now I got the fame Hoppin' out the Range, diamonds on—diamonds on my face Nun' I can say, I-I'on fuck with all the lames Take time off, bitch (Yeah) Gettin' head by the chain, muhfuckin' flame Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh Every time a muhfucker play, everybody say that in they face, uh It was not everyday, turnin' back Burn a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time Pussy too hungry, I'm whinin', call up big slime, yeah X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up Yeah, 'boutta fool up, 'boutta tint the crank baby, 'boutta fool up I don't understand myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all None of these muhfuckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help I don't think that I could feel I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Smith, Colin Magdamo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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