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letra de jeff & lita - concrete boys, lil yachty & karrahbooo

[verse 1: lil yachty & karrahbooo]
bad b-tch, know i’m too rich, want me to come on here
i make this type of sh-t to hang out and they trend
i make them n-ggas act right, we don’t f-ck with them
on every audemar i ever bought, it came factory
same twenty, that was me, why they mad at me?
hmm, n-ggas not ‘crete, b-tch, obsolete (hmm)
quit your job before you think you can f-ck with me
things on the ford, plastic in my wh0res
maybach truck be bouncin’ up and down, it look like george
beatin’ up them ties and them breaks on the voyagе
four wock, run into a tesla, look like porsche
say my namе, think you can f-ck with me, you need to lore
i threw in lore, could’ve bought the ho’ a louis store
rocked in a life and right out now, like revolvin’ doors
but all y’all steppers up on your couch, make ’em do some chores
i feel like poppin’ my sh-t today without any chorus
i walk around with fifty karats, like i’m feedin’ bugs
i pour the tall, a couple wock, heart off the chugs
i was nineteen, doin’ what they wish they could
i had b-tches in and out, like a runway castle
don’t put your mouth on it, baby, if you don’t got no passion
i treat every n-gga around me like my mom and adam
they underestimate every time, i’m movin’ right past ’em
i f-ck a b-tch to three songs, i am not lastin’
i let them fours hide the beach, i’ma fly to aspen
i told them folks that i was king, like i came from akron
they act like they know what i mean, so i had to show ’em
i lost my brother and i know how bret felt with owen
i got to seen the sign and it started snowin’
i got known for my grill, like i’m gary coleman
off of x, i get the feeling like them n-ggas on me
i’m a real geeker, pour the pint of wock in a clear beaker
n-ggas want beef and become angry birds, n-ggas just tweeters
i’m a whole hitter, i’m a drink dumper
all my whips new, ain’t never need no cable jumpers
n-ggas are gettin’ they ho’ hit, just like no jumper
i’m a flow shaker, i’m a bill printer
i’m a cash grabber, you an ass-kisser
heard how y’all actin’ in front of the hoes, this is not a desert
i dropped eight-thousand twice, on bottega sweaters
i dropped eighty-thousand a hundred times, on different endeavors
hit the strip, my b-tch freezy, she change the weather
okay, i heard the bars them n-ggas spit, but it wasn’t clever
i’m solo steppin’, don’t need no friends, don’t call my phone ever
this sh-t i’m teasin’ on margiela with the vintage leather
he came outside in nike slides, how is he a stepper? (ooh)
[verse 2: karrahbooo & lil yachty]
i got all these b-tches scared and i could tell
n-ggas hate that i’m not lady-like, f-ck ’em, oh, well
n-gga wanna f-ck with me, ’til i bring him to hotel
how these hoes can’t even rap? truth be told, s-x sells
y’all do anythin’ for cheese, caught in the trap, every tail
all the bros around me, solid like a hop out of the field, squeal
ridin’ in a dress
don’t want ’em lookin’ at my p-ssy when i’m on they neck
i no longer evolve, so rich, they don’t get my respect (okay)
these n-ggas sensitive, on god, they act just like a b-tch
these b-tches talk too much, i never take them on a l!ck
he know he can’t get p-ssy, he ain’t spendin’ on strict
they ask me who i f-ck with, truth be told, the story lives (go)
the coupe is dipped in p-ss, look like he beat it in flush
okay, they act up to my jam, i’ll show ’em who the real rust
it take a lot to impress me, it take a lot for me to blush
it break my heart findin’ out these n-ggas broke, that’s why i call ’em crushes (it’s us)
my brother got lean, like you need crutches (‘crete)
boujee, i wouldn’t stick my show inside a d-ch-ss
who is he? that n-gga since disney, fake vanessa hudgens
one finger, get that n-gga gone, no bluffin’
talkin’ crazy, i could tell he on that coat, they roughin’
we go back and forth spazzin’, jeff and lita
i can tell these n-ggas all snakes, like nokia
[outro: lil yachty]
it’s us

- concrete boys lil yachty karrahbooo

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