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letra de meh 2 - ​evan ​aloe

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[intro: yeat]
(2sided goin’ crazy)
yeah

[chorus: yeat]
woke up this lil’ morning, my diamonds came in from elliot
pearls on that f-cking b-tch’s neck, she so elegant (yeah)
shop up at the f-ckin’ mall so much, made me a resident
this maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president (yeah, skrrt)

[verse 1: yeat]
how i’m comin’? i’m just steppin’, b-tch
i’m praying to my money everyday, that sh-t was a exorcist (ex)
i can’t stop spending money on some extra sh-t (no)
you can’t stop all the cappin’, instagramin’ sh-t
who just told my b-tch i made some bread? i guess i’m vanishin’ (gone)
on some stupid sh-t, put 10k in that crash machine and doubled it
on some stupid sh-t, said, “i love you” to this b-tch, but i was high
on some stupid sh-t, i thought that i was dеad, couldn’t open my eyes (ah)
on somе stupid sh-t, this b-tch just told me that she was down to ride (wow)
we on my vibes (vibes)
what you gon’ say if we get pulled over by them guys? i just tested her
i tried that b-tch, i told her i was lyin’, there’s no competitor
everyday we live like this a instagram, this sh-t regular
i don’t pick up the phone, no i don’t, no answer them, don’t call my cellular
i just hit a jugg for 28k, throw away that phone
i don’t even have the same number no more, so it’s best you leave me alone
i just spent like six-hun’ on this montblanc cologne
something wrong wit’ that kid, inside his head them blinkers on (ha)
first off, i need a bag from you lil’ b-tch, ‘fore i even say a word
b-tch, i feel like w-lly wonka’s factory with syrup (lean)
if twizzy want a k!ll, yeah, he gon’ k!ll, there’s no insurance (baow, baow)
yeah (baow), these kids is germs
[chorus: yeat]
woke up this lil’ morning, my diamonds came in from elliot
pearls on that f-cking b-tch’s neck, she so elegant (yeah)
shop up at the f-ckin’ mall so much, made me a resident
this maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president (yeah, skrrt)

[verse 2: autumn!]
wick just walked in the party wit’ two glocks, but that sh-t evident (woah, woah)
chop his body up then dump him off, can’t leave no evidence (woah)
stop mentioning me in them weak-ass songs you droppin’, tryna get relevance (ha)
know they was already mad, but f-ck it, we gon’ give them h-ll wit’ this (ha)
we put that brand new opp pack in the air, ’cause i love the smell of this (yeah, hey)
she wanna f-ck, okay, well come on, let’s go inside
like, what you doin’? (woah)
yeah we can f-ck, okay, but you can’t spend the night
like, what you doin’? (wow)
i always wanted the bands, while your ass was playin’ around
like, what you doin’? (yeah)
i pull up and shoot your medulla, lay that n-gga down
like, what you doin’? (ha)
you say you got bands like, b-tch, is you a f-ckin’ clown?
like, what you doin’? (yeah)
b-tch, i’m a g.o.a.t., i’m a king, i need a f-ckin’ crown
like, what you doin’? (yeah)
just hit the hoe, he’s a lil’ okay, he skippin’ now
like, what you doin’? (ha)
yeah, okay, it’s a go, we finna get him now
like, what you doin’? (woah)
prada my feet, prada my bag, i’m so proud of me (ha)
i done made well over six figures through technology (woah)
i remember my lazy ass was failing biology (yeah, ha)
f-ck it, i knew i was gon’ be rich, that’s what i was bound to be (yeah)
[chorus: yeat]
woke up this lil’ morning, my diamonds came in from elliot
pearls on that f-cking b-tch’s neck, she so elegant (yeah)
shop up at the f-ckin’ mall so much, made me a resident
this maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president

[verse 3: evan aloe]
walk up in the mall, yes, i shopping [?] markets
pull up wit’ yo’ baby and you decide to start sh-t
if we start fighting then it’s gonna be a riot
do not even come at me, no, do not even try it (uh, uh)
yes, i stay at the hyatt
i’ve been driving lambos, put that sh-t in autopilot
i broke up wit’ my girl but i wasn’t even crying
i was kinda p-ssed so i hit up miley cyrus
you know i been coughing, feel this sh-t, coronavirus (feel this sh-t, coronavirus, feel this sh-t, coronavirus)

[chorus: yeat]
woke up this lil’ morning, my diamonds came in from elliot
pearls on that f-cking b-tch’s neck, she so elegant (yeah)
shop up at the f-ckin’ mall so much, made me a resident
this maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president

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