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letra de ferrari music - lil yachty

[intro]
d-mn, d-mn
y’all see what i’m sayin like, crazy man
d-mn my muf-ckin’ phone (argh), what the f-ck?
okay, okay, okay
(30 you a motherf-ckin’ fool, n-gga)

[verse 1]
unh, i got a bad b-tch with a fat wrist and a love for sacs-fifth (okay)
i do the drift, on some new tires, turn them b-tches to past tense (bee)
i got a crib, with other’ crib, so then acres are gated fence (yeah)
yes, i know i’m beautiful (bee)
too fly to work in a cubical (bee)
i turn my choppas to birds and bees, that sh-t used to f-ck up on anyone (yeah)
i’m with the starters, and got a few rounds, that’s cool, coulda load up the mini-gun
quay’ got a lamb, an set’ got a lamb, so f-ck it man i’m bout to get me one (man)
used to be brought up as shannon’s son
now he brought up as boats his dad
run up a check, i keep it correct, you might see lil boat in the lady’s ad (yeah)
i bought a chain, it cost me a hunnit, i stunted an already made it back (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
nope, i didn’t have to take it back (nope)
nope, i didn’t have to trade it in (nope)
i move around with my old b-tch (yeah)
she reminisce about her sega gen’ (facts)
i cannot stay at the renaissance (no)
that sh-t got terrible ambiance (skeet)
she like to f-ck on the camera (skeet)
actin’ like we got an audience
i let her sip a lil bit of this, she get to tweakin’ like abigail (bee)
geekin’ up off of adderall, she wanna go out to panama (bee)
[chorus]
i don’t like all y’all n-gga, y’all can suck my d-ck (yeah)
six, seven, hundred eight thousand, just to flood my wrist (ice)
i don’t rent non of my whips, n-gga, i own my sh-t
gotta be at least ten m’s up, you wanna bone my b-tch
all that pillow talkin’, gossipin’, that’s f-ck sh-t (hoe)
all that d-ck, wanna be boss talk, you don’t run sh-t (b-tch)
suck my d-ck n-gga, yeah, and ya moms, n-gga
oh you want a lil smoke? don’t got time, n-gga

[verse 2]
unh, got a boss b-tch, who talk sh-t and she don’t cost sh-t (aye)
i got diamonds worth six figures and i don’t floss them (ice)
i read comments in my maybach, they said i lost it (what?)
i can’t tell by the way these white kids still mosh pit (yeah, okay)
i’m ashamed, that lil chain you rock ain’t a thang (facts, oh)
i got crip n-ggas, blood n-ggas, i don’t bang (slatt, oh)
ask a stripper b-tch her favorite weather, she said rain (okay)
made her kiss my rang (kiss it), that’s an easy stain (mwah, aye)

[chorus]
i don’t like all y’all n-gga, y’all can suck my d-ck (yeah)
six, seven, hundred eight thousand, just to flood my wrist (ice)
i don’t rent non of my whips, n-gga, i own my sh-t
gotta be at least ten m’s up, you wanna bone my b-tch
all that pillow talkin’, gossipin’, that’s f-ck sh-t (hoe)
all that d-ck, wanna be boss talk, you don’t run sh-t (b-tch)
suck my d-ck n-gga, yeah, and ya moms, n-gga
oh you want a lil smoke? don’t got time, n-gga
[outro]
n-gga
(30 you a motherf-ckin’ fool, n-gga)

- lil yachty

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