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letra de bar for bar - lil yachty

[intro]
dc

[verse 1: dc2trill]
you’re flunkin’
you ain’t gotta talk ’bout the sh-t, n-gga, we get it
yeah, that ap cool, but it’s gon’ be better when i get it
smokin’ 41, with the sharks, but i ain’t swimmin’
folks high as h-ll, that n-gga fried, but he ain’t chicken
d-ck good, b-tch, i ain’t pay her rent, i just bought her some inches
vv and westwood jeans, n-gga, i don’t rock amiri
might as well put yo’ partner on a milk carton, because he missin’

[verse 2: lil yachty]
n-gga can’t hit my cup, the same food, never
he knock our fury
kick a b-tch out, b-tch ain’t f-ckin’, she keep sayin’ “period”
b-tch too bad, carry my kids, just like she a surrogate
f-ckin’ a b-tch, she 30 years old, she doin’ her taxes
double my cup, big look on that b-tch, with a pint of molasses
how the f-ck am i supposed to remember your face
when i’m flyin’ from city to city
had a lil’ b-tch, booty was bigger than her
but had titties, was itty-bitty
boys with me, movin’ around with a 50, all of my n-ggas gon’ hit
brand new glock, came with a side on top, tech look like a cl!ck
[verse 3: dc2trill]
old ricky, yes i’m with the boys, but i brought them bowls with me
pretty ricky, it’s five in the mornin’ and i got some hoes with me
stack of twenties, count these hunnids, fifties
ya’ll gon’ play with tennies
pour fours and twenties, n-gga try to be me, fry him like zucchini
boat, i f-cked up, i spilled a eighth up in the lamborghini
now i’m p-ssed off, ’cause that was ‘possed to go up on my kidney
p-teeny, cousin, i might drive him, nah, i feel like pinky
big pun, b-tch spill my cup, roll me back my funds
dine-and-wine, 6 in my pop, i feel like the one
compare to none, big gun is to his block, that was so much fun

[verse 4: lil yachty]
pool party, double like jeff hardy, brodie got his six bodies
chrome rollies, if the rock’s stolen, it’s not a rolls royce royce’s
in the trunk i stay with 800 horses, feel like i breed ponies
i can see a plate from eighty miles away, think i breathe money
g6, diamond-golden wings, like i’m havin’ normal
every car dealer in atlanta know my first name
we all did bennies
used to count pennies, now i’m up, f-ckin’ up my kidneys
bent a b-tch resort, she came over, eatin’ mrs. winners
pulled up in a benz, stained a rover, sent it to the cleaners

[verse 5: lil yachty & dc2trill]
called wakish on the phone, asked her “what’s for dinner?”
f-ckin’ on a b-tch, look like a kardashian, rich just like the jenners
pop a n-gga up while he drivin’, he had a fender-bender
i’m with next scammers, pray to heaven, even though we sinners
go up in the store and swipe for sh-t, like you swipe on tinder
my n-ggas ruthless, you can get rattled, no matter what the gender
this b-tch sucked the d-ck so good, i thought she was toothless
please, doc, raid her to my room, need her when you done
i will get a b-tch some merch when i give her funds
sn-tch a n-gga chain off his neck, just like [?]
baby bottles all in the crib, but i ain’t got no son
dc in the whiz, they gon’ be scorin’ ’til they’re 81
we olympic sippers
duck dive, flip, lean, and slide, he an olympic k!ller
every time some exclusive sh-t come out, you know we finna get it
took her to my room, back with my bro, like the scene from thriller
know i’m gon’ smash, all my whips 220 on the dash
sippin’ on drank, but she walk like it’s slimfast

- lil yachty

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