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Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
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Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trgc
Trgc
Producer

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Bitch, I ain't sleep in days I ain't got a break, yeah, I don't take no breaks Pushing two hundred in that Jeeper Creepers and I ain't hit the brakes If you wanna live like this, you gotta be flawless, no mistakes Used to eat them noodles in the basement, now it's steak Yeah, I be so high, I be forgetting what's at stake Bitch just pulled up on me, ate my dick, now she wants stay Yeah, flawless all my Diamonds, now my wrist turned to a lake Pour some wock' up in that Pineapple Fanta, sipping Laker Yeah, they really on they last breath, they on they stimulator I just bought the M3 It got turbo on it and them red seats Yeah, and if we being honest, they ain't high as me Yeah, money, sex, and drugs, bitch, that's all I need I be high flying with my doves, where my birdies be, yeah All in, understand me, yeah Chanel sunglasses on, can't tell if I'm geeked or not, yeah I been booted up off the drugs for a whole year, I'm a full-time astronaut Nobody cares about what you said, don't matter if we asked or not I spent six hundred thousand on this car, bitch, this bitch an Aston Martin And I bought the Maybach not to drive it Yeah, number nine with a Issey Miyake bag with the strap on it Louis duffle bag, whole lotta cash, whole lotta racks on it Virgil called me up and told he got me with the season drop Bitch, I woke up at eight PM and fell asleep at twelve o'clock All my money fat, this bitch got Lizzo Put on for my twizzles, gave 'em all hope (damn, Trgc made that?) Swerved off the road, took the exit, the next one Trust me, I'm ahead 'em all I'm playing the PS6 and they on the PS1 Mini Draco gives 'em cancer I don't ever answer answers Yeah, money twerking like a dancer I been on the bed, finna boot it up on X An hour ago, I was booted off the X in my chest, yeah Now I took that Perc', I been nodding off, don't know if it's the best Why you lying about them drugs? Nobody cares, nobody impressed 'Cause I wish I never tried 'em to be honest but I'm still blessed Bitch, I ain't sleep in days I ain't got a break, yeah, I don't take no breaks Pushing two hundred in that Jeeper Creepers and I ain't hit the brakes If you wanna live like this, you gotta be flawless, no mistakes Used to eat them noodles in the basement, now it's steak Yeah, I be so high, I be forgetting what's at stake Bitch just pulled up on me, ate my dick, now she wants stay Yeah, flawless all my Diamonds, now my wrist turned to a lake Pour some Wock' up in that Pineapple Fanta, sipping Laker Yeah, they really on they last breath, they on they stimulator I just bought the M3 It got turbo on it and them red seats Yeah, and if we being honest, they ain't high as me Yeah, money, sex, and drugs, bitch, that's all I need I be high flying with my doves, where my birdies be, yeah
Writer(s): Noah Smith, Jamarrius Emondre Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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