lirik lagu dont hav this - yeat
[intro]
(captain crunch presents—)
nah, real sh~t
yeah
[chorus]
i got some prada, my bag, am i bad to kiss the baddest b~tch? (yeah)
and i know that they goin’ out sad, they cannot touch on my lavishness
and i say, and i say, and i say f~ck what you had, yeah, ’cause you don’t have this (and i say, and i say)
i got a whole lotta muh’f~ckin’ blue strips, they disappear just like it’s magic (whole lotta muh’f~ckin’—)
all of this sh~t is who made me, yeah, check out my start (bop~bop~bop~bop)
hop in that whip, go crazy, hop in that whip, go crazy (skrrt) (skrrt~skrrt~skrrt)
money got me feelin’ crazy, as of lately
and i’m pretty sure that you gon’ hate me, if you don’t like it, you don’t pay me
hold up, wait, yeah (yeah)
[verse]
you don’t know me, you don’t know sh~t
that’s yo’ b~tch, boy, that’s my b~tch
that’s my wrist, it look like this (uh)
throw ten bands, but this ain’t sh~t (phew)
whole lotta money, i look like a kid (phew, yeah)
i’m searching for bread while smokin’ a zip (yeah)
i go to the stu’ and i call it my shift (uh, yeah), woo
got prada, my fit
copped that kit
you mad as sh~t
you know me, you know me, you know me, you know you
i know me, i know me, i know me, i don’t know you
stop calling my phone, lil’ b~tch, yeah, suck on my d~ck, yeah, fit this d~ck in her mouth
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pull up at her house
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i know ya’ spouse (uh, uh)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hid inside her blouse, yeah, yeah (hold up, hold up, spouse, uh)
all of these kids is some b~tches, they sittin’ down criss~cross applesauce (uh), nah, nah
you don’t know me and my gang, so you better go hit the exhaust
yeah, stayed down, yeah, stayed down, stayed in my lane, yeah, i paid my own [?]
nah, f~ck all these labels who playin’ with me, ’boutta f~ck all these labels who playin’ with me (f~ck ’em.)
i got the–, water, uh, uh, water, water (ah, ah, ah)
oh, she got the toppy, she like, top, top, mm (top, top)
yeah, check my wrist~watch (check my gleam, uh, gleam, uh)
yo’ sh~t really fake, it don’t even tick~tock (don’t even tick~tock)
yeah, yeah, yeah, what’s the beans for? (what’s the beans?)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pepto~bismol
i been sippin’, uh, uh, red, hi~tech (uh, uh)
you been sippin’ cranberry juice, in yo’ hand, yeah (uh, uh, uh, fake)
[chorus]
i got some prada, my bag, am i bad to kiss the baddest b~tch? (yeah)
and i know that they goin’ out sad, they cannot touch on my lavishness
and i say, and i say, and i say f~ck what you had, yeah, ’cause you don’t have this (and i say, and i say)
i got a whole lotta muh’f~ckin’ blue strips, they disappear just like it’s magic (whole lotta muh’f~ckin’—)
all of this sh~t is who made me, yeah, check out my start (bop~bop~bop~bop)
hop in that whip, go crazy, hop in that whip, go crazy (skrrt) (skrrt~skrrt~skrrt)
money got me feelin’ crazy, as of lately
and i’m pretty sure that you gon’ hate me, if you don’t like it, you don’t pay me
hold up, wait, yeah (yeah)
[outro]
uh~huh, nah, hold up, wait, oh, yeah, yeah, hey, c’mon
bih’, yeah, yeah
came on the beat, like, uh, yeah, yeah
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