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letra de if yeat was black - omar-topic

[intro: yeat & bnyx®]
came back from a fire ass song wit’ the drake
but that n-gga was zest, he was wet like the lake
he asked me “hey, yeat, what you do with the cake?” (huh)
(bnyx, huh, huh, yeah)

[verse 1: yeat]
talking ’bout “money for fun,” that was g-y
i ain’t with that g-y sh-t, i’m straight like my takes
two months ‘fore that lie, i count backwards to may
f-ck the b-tch, now all she wan’ do is lay
f-ck that b-tch once, now she all on my c-ck
i’m back wit’ lil uzi, and not like the glock
just bought a new car, the maybach got too hot
my next feature gon’ have you thinkin’ “a lot”

[pre-chorus: yeat & bnyx®]
one thing, one thing i thank you for, drizzy
that n-pass you gave me right after the track
i’m back wit’ lil uzi, and not like the glizzy
but he might shoot yo ass if you’re turnin’ yo back (back, back, back, back)
(i-i-i-i-i-i’m working on dying. back, yuh)

[chorus: yeat, lil uzi vert, & yeat & lil uzi vert]
bell
f-ck this rap game up, i used a spell
they say i sold my soul, so i’m going to h-ll
y’all n-ggas pc like windows, dell
oh, well
he f-cked my b-tch, i guess she’s worth a sell
too much fan letters up in my mail
i took over, give me a holy grail
oh, well
oh, well
oh, well
[post-chorus: yeat]
one thing, one thing i thank you for, drizzy
that n-pass you gave me right after the track
i’m back wit’ lil uzi, and not like the glizzy
but he might shoot yo ass if you’re turnin’ yo back (back, uh)
(back, yeah)

[bridge: yeat]
i f-ck the b-tch on an expensive ass yacht
she never f-cked wit’ a n-gga for that
she came and we ain’t even leave the dock
she came and i ain’t even put in the-

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
she came and i ain’t even put in the c-ck
she say “uzi daddy, f-ck me with that-”
i say, you know me, i just wanna rock
so we get to it, make this fancy bed-
then we broke it down, tetris breaking the blocks
’cause i ended up spinning ’round on the-
i come out dramatic, from outta the fog
i breathed that sh-t out, turned the weed into-
she groanin’ high pitched, like this b-tch tryna mock
i say, “baby, that door done better be locked.”

[outro: yeat & lil uzi vert]
y’all little rapper n-ggas need to think if y’all was black
if yeat was black (black, black)
huh, huh
yeah

- omar topic

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