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letra de in dis world - lil yachty

[verse 1]
unh, i don’t eat fruit, aye
but i got a haunch of banana clips (unh)
i get that b-tch on my fingertips
i get them rings on my fingers, aye
cartier, cartier, cartier, aye, these n-ggas don’t want no beef
ten thousand dollars my t–th, aye
eye hoe tell it’s the best weed, aye
all of my hoes give the best neck
i’m in atlanta, my choppa is legal, i let this sh-t don’t like keith sweat (boom)
i need a new lamb’, i want a new lamb’, i can’t be content with a corvette (skrt)
i want me some cash on the side, bet (skrt)
i f-ck me a hoe in the projects
life is good, i’m rich the hood
momma got more whips than the slave deck (unh)
i took the gang shoppin’ and didn’t check the total cause’ we scream for a budget
we young, so f-ck it (aye, f-ck)
we know they hated
neck lit like vegas
money old like regis (yeah), coupe white like kelly
d-ck all in her belly (yeah)
light hoe, with a black friend hoe, look like peanut b-tter and jelly
and tip drills like nelly
aye, f-ck it, i make it rain on my enemies
and all of the hoes in they section
i’m the n-gga with connections
[chorus]
i, just a lonely boy, new world
just a lonely world, new world
just a lonely boy, i
just a lonely boy, new world
yeah, yeah, aye

[verse 2]
misunderstood, aye
they hate to see me do good, aye, aye
stay with the steel, mouth full of glass, i’m wishin’ they would (aye, oh)
grip on’ the grain, v12, the lamb is under the hood (skrt, skrt, skrt)
coppin’ the lamb, aye, drivin’ it just like a ram, aye
these n-ggas they hatin’ they hatin’, they hatin’, they hatin’, they hatin’, hey
i like they hoe, but i know they be fakin’
f-ck chasin’ hoes, the money in chasin’
sixty a verse, n-gga, ain’t no freebies
coverin’ his face like a tropical star tiki
act like you don’t, but b-tch, i know you need me
pistol on my side shoot like cp3 (ha, hey)
i f-ck my b-tches in intervals
my hundreds bluer than indigo
my b-tch got skin like a seminal
need it in hoe, without decimals
water my stick, like a vegetable, baby
suck on my d-ck till i overload, baby
boat with the glock in his raincoat, baby
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
richer than most, let the n-gga boast
stay on a jet, gon’ coast to coast
watch on my wrist eighty k or more (yeah)
can’t trust a soul, and i know they know
i know they know that i ate em’
these n-ggas food, imma bait em’ (on god)
[chorus]
i, just a lonely boy, new world
just a lonely world, new world
just a lonely boy, i
just a lonely boy, new world
yeah, yeah, aye

- lil yachty

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