lirik lagu yeat deluxer - shhhh
[intro]
d~dkanee
hol’ up
[chorus]
bullets make you spread, make you dead, cut yo’ head (hol’ up)
pull up, isis flag, need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
diamonds on my body, watch ’em dance and watch ’em flip (flip, skrrt)
in a frog~eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (skrrt)
i was just swervin’ and divin’ the feds (hol’ up)
couple of pills and the bl!ck in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (dkanee)
cut off your motherf~ckin’ ties, your head, your neck, your motherf~ckin’ back (shh)
said i’m takin’ a break, but i pull up, lil’ b~tch, it’s time to attack
(woo)
we aim for your head, if you gon’ die, you die
chopper this big, yeah
chop up your wig, gon’ chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
i’m in the cullinan, pullin’ that b~tch off the lot, i’m motherf~ckin’ tellin’ ya
couldn’t decide with the benz, and if we not friends, i never could tell ya (what? what? what? what? what?)
i was just swervin’ the lanes in the motherf~ckin’ benz, i never could tell ya (shh, d~dkanee)
i ain’t even f~ck with n0body, i count up my money, i never could feel you (yeah)
yeah, i ran up my money to twenty ms, b~tch, i’m nowhere near you (uh)
yeah, i took this sh~t to outer~sp~ce, b~tch, yeah, i’m nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
yeah, i’m poppin’ the x again, really i’m off of the hoes til’ i feel again (yeah)
for a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
twenty fifty~fifty f~ckin’ seven, yeah, security like the president (f~ckin’ seven)
everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
i really hate everybody, lil’ b~tch, i’m evil, call me f~ckin’ resident (d~dkanee, yeah)
i mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and i had to mix it, lil’ b~tch (luh syrup)
this sh~t like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, b~tch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
i’m rocking a birkin, b~tch, it’s no hermès
yeah, do what i said, it still don’t make sense
i pop a hundred perkies, b~tch, when i land
pull up to j~pan, they copy my trend
i’m f~ckin’ my money, i flew it to france
hol’ up, hol’ up, i told ’em, “do that sh~t again” (yeah)
yeah
[chorus]
pull up, isis flag, need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
diamonds on my body, watch ’em dance and watch ’em flip (flip, skrrt)
in a frog~eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (skrrt)
i was just swervin’ and divin’ the feds (hol’ up)
couple of pills and the bl!ck in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (dkanee)
cut off your motherf~ckin’ ties, your head, your neck, your motherf~ckin’ back (shh)
said i’m takin’ a break, but i pull up, lil’ b~tch, it’s time to attack
(woo)
we aim for your head, if you gon’ die, you die
chopper this big, yeah
chop up your wig, gon’ chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
i’m in the cullinan, pullin’ that b~tch off the lot, i’m motherf~ckin’ tellin’ ya
couldn’t decide with the benz, and if we not friends, i never could tell ya (what? what? what? what? what?)
i was just swervin’ the lanes in the motherf~ckin’ benz, i never could tell ya (shh, d~dkanee)
i ain’t even f~ck with n0body, i count up my money, i never could feel you (yeah)
yeah, i ran up my money to twenty ms, b~tch, i’m nowhere near you (uh)
yeah, i took this sh~t to outer~sp~ce, b~tch, yeah, i’m nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
yeah, i’m poppin’ the x again, really i’m off of the hose til’ i feel again (yeah)
for a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
twenty fifty~fifty f~ckin’ seven, yeah, security like the president (f~ckin’ seven)
everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
i really hate everybody, lil’ b~tch, i’m evil, call me f~ckin’ resident (d~dkanee, yeah)
i mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and i had to mix it, lil’ b~tch (luh syrup)
this sh~t like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, b~tch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
i’m rocking a birkin, b~tch, it’s no hermès
yeah, do what i said, it still don’t make sense
i pop a hundred perkies, b~tch, when i land
pull up to j~pan, they copy my trend
i’m f~ckin’ my money, i flew it to france
hol’ up hol’ up, i told ’em, “do that sh~t again”
[outro]
d~dkanee
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