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letra de all of it - yeat

[chorus: yeat]
i was ridin’ ’round in my tonka
i was servin’ bags then blew up like i’m osama
richer than your dad, richer than your mama
richard mille, baguettes on it, we got lots of diamonds
when i’m in that maybach, that b-tch pull up and suck my privates
i done bought the whole chanel, i done bought everything, all it
all my diamonds way too big, all my diamonds flawless
heard that you was talking sh-t, best pull up then talk it

[verse 1: yung kayo]
she said, “you want 10?” i want all of it
my car hard to reverse, i’m stalling it
why you keep pressing play when i’m pausing it?
i’ma crush it, i’m all in her organs (yeah)
you see the quarter on my wrist
i’ve been holding two seven in rick
all my n-ggas going stan with the smith
left out the hood with the piece, takе a sniff
me and lil turban, done came with thе taliban
in the cup put the pint, put the nine in my other hand
we got them b-tches raidin’, i’ma jump in it
you not an axe, man, i came with a lumberjack
i swear the murders where we came from
you feel the heat? the engine let it run
like i’m the moon reflecting from the sun
i got the water on me, it’s a ton
i swear that bro counting sheep
he might be mary, lil’ lamb
i’m eating curry in a lamb’
i’ma fantazise in a phantom
i got ’bout twenty 9’s and i’m carrying it
you might lost a friend, its too bad, had to bury them
like i’m a ship or a crane, i’ma carry him
i’ma cl!ck with the stick, look at me like i’m carrying it
yeah, d-mn, carrying
put that boy on the sand like i’m burying him
got thirty in the cul-de-sac, i’ma air it out
i’ma bring all the b-tches to the paramount
everything we build, i swear you keep tearing down
all my men oop just like i’m larry now
she said “i want cut,” i want all of it
she said “i want half,” i want all of it
[verse 2: yeat]
i don’t rock with them boys, they tell
i be rockin’ chanel
i just crank on a b-tch like a bell
only use one hand like odell
shipping gas, you could tell by the smell
big bag with the glock in it, yeah
do you know, it’s no stoppin’ it?
i just walk up and i’m popping sh-t
twin on the way, he been robbin’ sh-t
b-tch, it’s night or it’s day, i’m still rockin’ it
we the new wave, better acknowledge it
i’m on the percs, i been nodding it
in saint laurent, got lot of it (ysl)
how you a snitch but you proud of it?
b-tch said she up but she outta here
i got the lamb, forgiato-ed it

- yeat

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