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letra de blind em - lil yachty

[intro: lil yachty]
(oooh, sav k!lled it)
yuh, grrr
boat

[verse 1: lil yachty]
aye, think i’m in love with my b-tch momma
red rag wrapped around the head like i work for osama
my b-tch p-ssy bald head look like dalai lama
who got the percs i need f-f-fifteen
my asian b-tch rich and bold london tipton
how the f-ck cop knew that bro someone tipped him
soon as we find out bet that we dip him
heard that the opps got locked up we gon’ bond him
huh, we gon’ find him, tie him up and grind him
these n-ggas d-ck suckin’ what i thought i signed him
would shine some light on him but it might blind him
aye, i need a 8th of wo’
never leave the house i’m strapped boy you know i keep my pole
chopstick on me and it sing like nat king colе
n-gga think he flexin’ money boy i seen mo’
n-gga think hе flexin’ big hoes we f-cked em before
shoutsout yn jay i know he gon’ get the rolls
aye it’s big boat, play with me i stick tote
ain’t no sick note, finna get me a rick coat
i do not tip toe i’m good where i walk
miss me some wok keep some wok in the stock
jet skis at the dock got a boat by the jet skis
been f-ckin’ b-tches since the gameboy sp
been f-ckin’ b-tches since a n-gga was a lil’ one
playin’ with my name imma make a n-gga feel sumn’ on god
[verse 2: yn jay]
i ain’t finna make no band i got a real drum
perky got me bitin’ down like it was real gum
oh they said the opps in the party imma still come
call of duty only difference is i got a real gun
i can say some smart sh-t make you feel dumb
if i beat your doonies down you gon’ feel numb
i don’t wanna buy that pint if it ain’t sealed up
i’m finna put your b-tch out i think i smelled somethin’
n-ggas waitin’ on they stimulus like “when the mail coming?”
n-gga you do not own sh-t like “when the bills coming?”
d-mn, my battery’s going dead got my scale jumpin’
phone slappin’ all day i got sales comin’
i was posed to be there at 11, it’s like 12 somethin’
why the f-ck you flashin’ 5 thousand, that ain’t real money
you can’t jugg me if i was blind i can feel money
i can’t bring young dog around he’ll steal somethin’
draco with a banana clip i’ll peel somethin’
i just threw a party yesterday and it’s still jumpin’
coach said shoot it from the 3 but i still dunked it

[outro: yn jay]
yachty man, why you do that man?

- lil yachty

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