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Yee Yee's
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Yee Yee's was released on May 5, 2023 by Catfish Cooley as a part of the album Just Getting Started
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Release DateMay 5, 2023
LabelCatfish Cooley
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Catfish Cooley
Catfish Cooley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Catfish Cooley
Catfish Cooley
Songwriter
Łukasz Poszwa
Łukasz Poszwa
Songwriter

Lyrics

You a bitch
Got no time for snitches
Yea my flow rolls cold
When I throw these pitches
Im a big baller
I don’t got no limp
They call me Catfish Colley
I’m the southern pimp
Ima stay blowin
When they hear me flow
Red neck white trash
With a southern sole
Raised in a trailer
Now I’m looking at mansions
And you up tight pricks you can’t
fucking stand it
Call me trash
Yea That’s ok
Cause I’m a rich mother fucker
Got these southern ways
Dropping bombs
Read my name on blimps
NO time to jack off
Cause I’m the southern pimp
Call me trash
Yea it’s all fine
I don’t give a really a fuck
At least I got my spine
I don’t want your shit
Because I know my worth
I’ve been a bad mother fucker
Since the day I was birthed
I said Move on over
Cause cause We coming in
I got 10 bad bitches
And a dozen friends
Fuck a cancel culture
Living life like a freak show
Ain’t no fucking with me
When I’m fucking with these hoes
Get back
You a quack
Fuckin zero
Stay looking up at me
Cause you thank that
I’m a hero
Getting Pussy
While I’m getting paid
You just fucking jealous
Cause Bitch I got it made
Call me trash
Yea That’s ok
Cause I’m a rich mother fucker
Got these southern ways
Dropping bombs
Read my name on blimps
NO time to jack off
Cause I’m the southern pimp
Call me trash
Yea it’s all fine
I don’t give a really a fuck
At least I got my spine
I don’t want your shit
Because I know my worth
I’ve been a bad mother fucker
Since the day I was birthed
Say what you want to
Let it out your sole
I don’t give one single fuck
Ima still just smoke this dope
Say what you want to
I’tl be ok
I don’t give a flying fuck
When I’m toking on this Jay
Get back
There’s no need to to stress lady
Well hit the back seat
And well both relax baby
It’s no Mercedes
I like me a real truck
It’s good for pulling bitches
Out the field when they get stuck
Call it the twista
Can you feel the wheels burning
Blaring country music
While the city heads turning
They just yearning
Because the wanna be us
But the have no clue
Just What it takes to be us
We know you see us
Doin what we want ti
Now Go on now admit it
wanna be like us don’t you .
Our lives haunt you
offend by what you see
We can’t help we was raised by the yee yeesss
Call me trash
Yea That’s ok
Cause I’m a rich mother fucker
Got these southern ways
Dropping bombs
Read my name on blimps
NO time to jack off
Cause I’m the southern pimp
Call me trash
Yea it’s all fine
I don’t give a really a fuck
At least I got my spine
I don’t want your shit
Because I know my worth
I’ve been a bad mother fucker
Since the day I was birthed
Written by: Catfish Cooley, Łukasz Poszwa
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