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letra de yeah kool - fxxxxy

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[intro: fxxxxy]
yeah (let’s go, mario)

[verse 1: fxxxxy]
i’m sleep on ’em, but i can’t sleep on ’em (sleep)
hit the p-ssy, broke the cuban link on ’em (ah)
i’m involved, but you won’t hear a peep from me (yeah)
i took my t–th and i threw v’s on ’em (shh)
when she talking, she better put please on ’em (please)
talking cold, then we put forsureski on it (yeah)

[chorus: fxxxxy]
yeah, cool
n-gga want a problem, yeah, cool
n-gga, no problem, yeah, cool (yeah)
chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
we ’bout them numbers, yeah, cool (yeah)
aim at a copper, yeah, cool
my wrist is all cut up, yеah, cool (cut up)
came from the bottom now i got her on top
and shе swear that she love me, yeah, cool (ayy, fxxxxy)

[verse 2: fxxxxy & lil uzi vert]
aim at the door and i told her one minute
i pop when i want, you can call me lul tim
b-tches gave up on me, know they regret it
the n-ggas they f-ckin’ get fired from denny’s
that’s what you get for exposing your feelings (yeah)
if you were silent, would’ve listened (yeah)
check my streams, if i said it, i meant it (yeah)
i’d rather go broke ‘fore i f-ck with y’all n-ggas (yeah, yeah)
serena around my neck, yeah, these chains playin’ tennis (forsureski)
nah, for real (forsureski)
call the medic (forsureski, the world is yours)
none of y’all safe (yeah)
i drop my cuban link bracelet behind your head, boy, blame your b-tch
i’m goin’ digital with all my gunners from the bottom, n-gga, we gun off the b-tch
she wasn’t checkin’ on me, now she checkin’ in with me (yeah), no cap
more cash, no slack
dead friends, toe tag
why the f-ck you get that watch, fool? (watch)
i heard they callin’ the swat, fool (the swat)
got it out the bottom, out the box, fool
dallas n-gga, eat dog food (grrrt)
reflex, blood diamonds in my mouth, but she got sea sick (uh)
bad ho’, b-tch had me stealing up out of victoria secret
rap star, but i pull up to your ho’ and i’m dressed like american reject (uh)
i’m reppin’ cc gang, ho’
cash cartel, rain coat
[chorus: fxxxxy & lil uzi vert]
yeah, cool
n-gga want a problem, yeah, cool
n-gga, no problem, yeah, cool (yeah, yeah)
chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
we ’bout them numbers, yeah, cool
aim at a copper, yeah, cool (yeah)
my wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (cash)
came from the bottom now i got her on top (lil uzi)
and she swear that she love me, yeah, cool (uzi vert)

[verse 3: lil uzi vert & fxxxxy]
yessirski
droppin’ the top, forsureski (yeah, yeah)
droppin’ the top, yessirski (yeah, yeah)
droppin’ the top, forsureski (exclusive)
droppin’ the top, yessirski
i’m in a drop, i’m gretzky
diamonds they icy, uh-huh, yeah
she wanna top the squad, yeah
she wanna get in our rides, yeah
pull out that mula on mula (yeah)
pull out that mula on mula on mula (yeah)
pull out that mula on mula on mula (yeah)
pull out that mula on mula on mula
i gave my ruler, my ruger to my shooter (brrrt)
i move my boy off the grid, that bermuda
we got them r.i.p. tips in this ruler
aim at his head, i leavin’ him with the ruler
money ain’t with me like i’m mr. cooper (new sh-t)
jewish b-tch on me, she trust me, i’m groovy
i swear i love her, i’m not tryna choose
skinny n-gga, but my pockets big [?]
my n-gga 14, i swear he will shoot ya
man, f-ck a chopper, he need a bazooka (uzi)
christian dior, you know that i rebuke you
it is no way that i am scared of losin’
with the freebandz, i don’t know what i’m doin’
yeah, i can just spaz on this b-tch
yeah, i can just spaz on this b-tch
yeah, put smash class on my wrist, yeah
[chorus: fxxxxy]
yeah, cool
n-gga want a problem, yeah, cool
n-gga, no problem, yeah, cool (yeah)
chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
we ’bout them numbers, yeah, cool (yeah)
aim at a copper, yeah, cool
my wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (yeah)
came from the bottom now i got her on top
and she swear that she love me, yeah, cool

[outro: lil uzi vert & fxxxxy]
new baguette and these pure emerald diamonds (cash, cash)
i’m on suicide watch ’cause i cut up my wrist now it’s blinding
yeah, that’s the reason that these n-ggas mad, i’m shining (cash, let’s go)
got an extra key to your house ’cause she like me (cash)
new baguette and these pure emerald diamonds (the world is yours, n-gga)
new baguette and these pure emerald diamonds
yeah, cool
yeah, cool

- fxxxxy

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