a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de heat - lil yammy merch

[intro]
[intro: lil yammy merch]
b-tch, it’s loot
yeah yeah, aye, yeah yeah
yeah, aye b-tch

[verse 1: lil yammy merch]
my life making money is my choice (hey)
b-tches wanna f-ck my voice, aye (yeah)
b-tches wanna f-ck my boys, aye (whoa)
b-tches wanna hop in the royce, aye (huh?)
don’t give a f-ck about the noise (nope)
i pull up hop out in joy, aye (yeah)
sauce on your b-tch like soy, aye (yeah)
sauce on your b-tch like soy, aye (yeah)
i’ma come through and employ aye, employ (b-tch)
i’ma come through and employ (yeah)
gave her some rum and she went got destroyed (yeah)
played with your b-tch like a toy (yeah)
b-tch why you act like a boy (huh?)
i ain’t with that sh-t you extra
knife a b-tch up like electra (knife)
dump a b-tch up over text, aye
triple six up like a hex, aye
b-tch acting funny so i’ma pop off and i’ll let him know he ain’t a threat, aye
making moves when we invest, yuh
making money wearing vests, yuh
i get sewed up by a vet, aye
me and my boys keep tecs, aye (yeah)
me and my boys keep tecs (yuh)
wait, huh?
me and my boys keep tecs (uh)
run up the racks no stress (yeah)
sp-ce flow carti no dex (yeah)
boy going dumb off bread (ooh)
boy going dumb no debt, aye
boy going dumb so flexed, aye
pull up while cashing a check, aye

[chorus: lil yammy merch]
i don’t give a f-ck b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck (f-ck?)
but you keep hitting my line thinking i give a f-ck (nope)
i’m a primal independent b-tch, you so dependent (yeah)
i’ma put it on my chain, put it on my pendant (yeah, yeah)
x2

[verse 2: lil yammy merch]
aye, i’ma go fast no car, ooh (yeah)
i’ma get buzzed no bar, aye (what?)
she just wanna touch my car, ooh (don’t touch)
b-tch don’t touch my car, aye (yeah)
i cannot handle these b-tches they watching and sh-t
you got a problem we popping and sh-t
i got a problem with you, you’s a b-tch why you talking that sh-t
i’ma come through one time
everybody do one crime, everybody do one line (huh?)
ain’t n0body got no time
b-tch i been running it up
i’ma commit while i don’t give a f-ck
i just come through with the glove
f-cking your b-tch cause your b-tch don’t wanna f-ck on no bug
i been mobbing no truck
she in my dm’s i duck

[verse 3: lil cxt]
it’s cxt, she in my dm’s so what? (nah nah)
i put my d-ck right in her tum
throwing my d-ck and i hit her like drum
blowing that b-tch full of c-m
now, ho asking me for some tums
bumping this sh-t, hitting a l!ck with my bro
pitching out knowledge you already know
spitting the truth so you gotta read closer
stuck in the game like a jehovah
cxt can’t be tamed with a diploma
lights go out gon’ feel like a coma
flexing and flexing, i’m doing some yoga
splitting that b-tch, ride my d-ck like a coaster
hit that sh-t once then you know it be over (see ya)

- lil yammy merch

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS