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letra de bëttr 0ff - yeat deluxer

[pre-chorus]
yeah (ooh)
(runnin’ up bands, this sh-t gettin’ dumb, yeah)
(back in the day, i was broke as they come, yeah)
(counting up money, this sh-t so fun, yeah)
(fully loaded, ’bout to load up my gun, yeah)

[chorus]
when you live like this, this sh-t so fun (honeybun)
when you count that bread, this sh-t get dough (honeybun, up on the—)
up on the sofa, catchin’ dome (woo)
i bought the tonk’, i bought the truck (skrrt)
stop callin’ my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, d-mn it (yeah)
i’m not from this zone, i’m not from my home, i’m not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
i’m high on life, my glock talk to me, it told me, “go blam it” (bop, bop)
yeah, f-ck what you sayin’, you a lil’ b-tch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
i don’t got time for the fuss, ridin’ ’round, i been collectin’ them bucks
i’m ’bout to, skrrt, no f-cks, i’m ’bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
i don’t give a f-ck that’s a plus, whole lot of money on me, got ’em bucks
all double givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
uh, i’m ’bout to bet there’s a bus (oh, yeah)
i’m ’bout to hop out the range, i don’t give a f-ck where they layin’ (lil’ b-tch)
i be collectin’ my chains, rolls-royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
b-tch, it’s a wonderful day, swervin’ and dabbin’, don’t make no mistakes
cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
i don’t give a f-ck what you say, you can’t stay (no, no, no)
[verse]
didn’t deserve it, i didn’t deserve it, i didn’t deserve (yeah)
any time that i want, b-tch, i’m leavin’ this earth, yeah, ah (yeah)
they told me, “get back,” b-tch, there’s still bills for the birds (brr)
and f-ck what you think, ’cause you wish for the worst (dah)
no, don’t you get it? i’m pushin’ my limits, ah (pushin’ my limits)
i’m squeezin’ that b-tch just like squeezin’ some lemons (yeah)
ah, f-ck what you said, b-tch, i’m pushin’ them limits, yeah (ooh)
back in the day i was ridin’ that civic, i’m pushin’ the limits, no gymnast, yeah (ooh)
pull up, i’m in that lil’ urus, i’m swervin’ and dabbin’ that b-tch, yeah, my business (oh, yeah)
bought a new patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, they motherf-ckin’ listen to me
’cause i’m talkin’ a lot, and i’m walkin’ a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin’ the lot (woah)
i got them woods, got them b-tches in the back, got the bricks in the back, get them racks in the bag (ack)
i got a glock and it sit on my lap, ’bout to shoot ’em, go “doo-doo-doo-doo,” and they dead (bang)
i already said it a million times, but i’m ’bout to go back and just say it again (yeah)
b-tch, it’s f-ck what you said, and it’s f-ck what you read, i don’t give no f-cks, b-tch, you better off dead (yeah)
leave ’em so slimy like this, b-tch, i leave ’em on read

- yeat deluxer

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