This That One - Lil Yachty, Louie Ray, Veeze

This That One - Lil Yachty, Louie Ray, Veeze

Год
2021
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
201350

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This That One

Lil Yachty, Louie Ray, Veeze

You was a hoe in high school, you used to run from us

I went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothin'

Used to sell number eights on Hardwood, we had the block jumpin'

Beat his ass bad, he thought the whole, whole clubbed jumped him

(Yeah nigga)

This one of them ones for me

Okay, I done went pop star, I’m gettin' that one money

It’s couple thousand on me cash, but it’s store money

Gotta let the money talk for like I don’t show money

We tote glocks with certain clips and holdin' fifty

I’m takin' shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain’t tipsy

I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty

Call that lil' nigga R Kelly 'cause he broke and pissy

She chasin' money, chasin' clout, you know she rollin' with me

Look at my stats, that shit off Lulu like I’m the Rollin' 60's

Lil' Boat just made me pick between a Rarri and a Bentley

It’s Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney

Punched him in the mouth, I ain’t like how he looked at my momma

The backyard got skis and treats but this not the Bahamas

Wood grain, OG AK feelin' like I’m Osama

Got gas, they all said I changed up, I’m Yachty Obama

Bringin' 'em back to back, I got too much

Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain’t do much

F8 and it’s all white like the Klu Klux

I just got it and I already need a tune up

I’ma get rich or die tryin' like I’m Fifty

This Drake’ll make a nigga dance, just like he Diddy

I’m lit, that’s why she got my name on her titties

I’m plug, I ran through hella grams in this city

You told, boy you ain’t no star, you a witness

This lean, gon' fuck around and make me need a kidney

My bitch, she mad at me 'cause I show no attention

But listen, bitch, I’m on my grind, I gotta get it

Ridin' with the glock.23, these the one Jordans

Got a team full of shooter, we pull up scorin'

Lil' Yachty pulled up in a (Ahhh)

Lil' Boat just pulled up in that yeah (That's that one foreign)

Everywhere I go, I keep a ten, bitch, I’m Eric Gordon

How the fuck it’s seventeen dollars and you can’t afford it?

I got bitches lined up like they waitin' for the one Jordans

(Bah) I just shot him in the ass, that’s my first warnin'

I’m Mr. Pop This Bitch, dirt like a dungeon

I’m in Neiman callin' out shots like I run it

Run with all apes I guess, I’m from the jungle

I’ll let this bitch burn a glock mixed up with Usher

Get a nigga whacked, I’ll push the button

Before I tell on a soul, I hung my cousin

The thirty pokin' too hard, I gotta tuck it

I see you over there shinin' nigga, you better tuck it

Since he told I took the blood out my cousin

DNA I need that back, we ain’t fam no more

Brother nem jumped out the store, yeah, they ain’t sayin' no more

Stick sing loud just like D’Angelo

Yeah, hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe

Tiny just pulled up with that shh, yeah, the anecdote

Fingered on this bitch for fifty minutes, my hand had broke

Let my sister hold my journal, it’s murder she wrote

Sneezed on my nigga, that’s my slime for real

I can drive this bitch how I want, 'cause it’s mines for real

I can damn near hit who I want, it’s that time for real

I don’t know about no other stories, but mines for real

I’m finna pay kid to do a whole song without cussin'

I was young, used to mob to the store with my cousins

I’m with four out of town, buyin' Bos by the dozen

I’m with four out of town with PJ like it’s cousin

If it’s sprite and it’s dark look like hair dye

We gon' find out where he at, we gon' air it out

I fucked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts

Off two percs then I pulled her fuckin' hair out

I be fuckin' hoes in first class, this a do-ey plane

I don’t wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games

Bitch keep squirtin' on my covers, she left coochie stains

Group of bitches in a soul line, this a coochie train

New custo, bald head look like Bobby Lashley

Ball bitch, I’m all about a billl but I’m not braggin'

Percies taste good, bite down, but it’s not candy

Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy

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