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SeptembersRich - 5 2 Üh 60 (feat. Yeat) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: SeptembersRich

albüm: 5 2 Üh 60 (feat. Yeat)


Fuck (Woo) you say?, What you cool with?
Fuck (Ha-ha-ha-ha, woo) what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with (Ha-ha-ha)
Fuck what you say, what (Woo) you do, who you boolin' with (Ok Manish)
And I'll fuck, what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with (Swiz needs to pipe down)
No I'm not a fiend but I (Who) get high, I do everything (Yeah, yeah)
They said I'm new wave from (Who) my sound to my lettering (Buh, buh, buh, buh, bah)
Bitch, don't even text me, fuck (Woo) a phone, I'ma let it ring (Buh, buh, buh, buh, bah)
I've been booted up so much, I (Who) have a hard time remembering
Yeah, anything (Uh)
Bitch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring (Yeah, yuh)
I be high with the gods, bitch, fuck a plane (Woo)
Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames (Ack)
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday
Yeah, they say, "How'd you get that money?" I did it every way (Wait, what?)
They say, "How'd you get to the top?" I just went levitate (Wo- Woo)
Asked me if I had sex with the bitch, nah, I just fucked her face (Uh Huh)
Chane'-ne' sunglasses, I can't see like I just got maced (Chane'-ne', Chane'-ne')
Everything we did was too legitly (Chane'-ne', Chane'-ne')
I just turned the bottom to a five to a sixty (Yeah, Chane'-ne' Chane'-ne')
I just gotta stop sending Za', I think they onto me
I'm addicted to makin' all this money, it's just a part of me (No way)
Yeah, and your bitch gon' call up, yeah, pardon me (Pardon me)
Pop a Perky everyday, look like I'm Chinese (Chinese)
They see the kid go up, now they onto me (Onto me)
Yea, my twizzy way too crazy smokin' fronto leaf (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
No I'm not a fiend but I (Who) get high, I do everything (Yeah, yeah)
They said I'm new wave from (Who) my sound to my lettering (Buh, buh, buh, buh, bah)
Bitch, don't even text me, fuck (Woo) a phone, I'ma let it ring (Buh, buh, buh, buh, bah)
I've been booted up so much, I (Who) have a hard time remembering
Yeah, anything (Uh)
Bitch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring (Yeah, yuh)
I be high with the gods, bitch, fuck a plane (Woo)
Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames (Ack)
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday
Heard that court date comin' up, fuck it, finna run (Fuck this)
Twenty bands in my pocket, twenty in my gun (In my gun)
I could pull out a lil' hundon just for fun, on these niggas (On these niggas)
Zay just flew out to LA, brought me all them triggers
They wondering, how much did I make? Fuck it, fifty figures (Fifty figures)
Catch me out in public, I don't wave, middle fingers
That boy tried to slide, he lost his life (Lost his life)
Me and Yeat hit every time
Pour that Wock' up, fuck that live (Fuck that live)
All my bitches ten, they dimes, finna fuck they friends, they fine
Y'all sound the same, boy stay in line
I just mixed the shrimp with the steak and the rice (The rice)
I just bought a Scat and it crashed 'cause I'm high
(Chane'ne, Chane'ne) Everything we did was too legitly (Chane'-ne', Chane'-ne')
I just turned the bottom to a five to a sixty (Yeah, Chane'-ne' Chane'-ne')
I just gotta stop sending Za', I think they onto me
I'm addicted to makin' all this money, it's just a part of me (No way)
Yeah, and your bitch gon' call up, yeah, pardon me (Pardon me)
Pop a Perky everyday, look like I'm Chinese (Chinese)
They see the kid go up, now they onto me (Onto me)
Yea, my twizzy way too crazy smokin' fronto leaf (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

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