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letra de hard 2 miss - yeat

[pre-chorus]
everybody
yeah, mama told me, “that boy yeat in the stars, it’s hard to miss ’em”
way up in the sky, he talking to god, it’s hard to miss ’em
he be flying with birds, i swear to god (brr), it’s hard to miss ’em
ride with my twizzies and the bizzies, right behind, boy, they wildin’

[chorus]
yeah, why you ask me questions? b-tch, i told you how i’m livin’
whole lot of ecstasy in my system
whole lot of chains, elliante, boy, i p-ssed ’em (p-ssed ’em)
whole lot of diamonds on that boy, it’s hard to miss ’em (shine)
my mama told ’em, “that boy yeat in the stars, it’s hard to miss ’em” (ooh)
i be so high in the sky, yeah, i’m a missile (ooh)
i said i’d quit the pеrcs, it’s been one day, i already miss ’em
i can’t gеt realer than the sh-t i’m telling you now, b-tch, i’m spillin’ (ooh)
i off the truce, stuck now with the times i thought ’bout k!lling (yeah, yeah)
myself and somebody else ’cause i got problems
the world seen too many goated rappers drop dead, that’s fed
i can’t be another one of them so i’ma go up instead (high)
[post-chorus]
but i worry, when i go up, won’t it get worse? (money)
more money coming in mean more percs (what?)
yeah, i’ve been at the edge
i’ve been at the edge (whip it)
i’ve been at the edge
i’ve been shippin’ the percs, the edge

[verse]
all i need is more cash
all i need is more whips
all i need is more bags
all i need is way more b-tches to eat me up in this maybach
yeah, and i lie to these kids, just be capping online, but they do what they make, i can say that (hold up, woah)
i never felt this rich
too much on my mind, i’m finna chill (yeah)
finna lay back with this wock’, crack this seal
finna get a lil’ lazy, finna get a lil’ crazy (yeah)
finna get a lil’ wicked in my texts, finna get a lil’ brazy
man, lil’ shawty hate me (yeah)
bad b-tch tried to play me
she must think i’m dumb or something (why?)
they done seen the kid blow up like i’m osama son (yeah)
i heard the realest sh-t you said, realest, yeah, the one (realest)
when i’m high you can hear my soul, you can hear it come out they mamas
she eat my d-ck like candy, yeah, mambas
my brother just scored on a whole lot of pints, juice, yeah, jamba (yeah, jamba juice)
[pre-chorus]
everybody
yeah, mama told me, “that boy yeat in the stars, it’s hard to miss ’em”
way up in the sky, he talking to god, it’s hard to miss ’em
he be flying with birds, i swear to god (brr), it’s hard to miss ’em
ride with my twizzies and the bizzies, right behind, boy, they wildin’

[chorus]
yeah, why you ask me questions? b-tch, i told you how i’m livin’
whole lot of ecstasy in my system
whole lot of chains, elliante, boy, i p-ssed ’em (p-ssed ’em)
whole lot of diamonds on that boy, it’s hard to miss ’em (shine)
my mama told ’em, “that boy yeat in the stars, it’s hard to miss ’em” (ooh)
i be so high in the sky, yeah, i’m a missile (ooh)
i said i’d quit the percs, it’s been one day, i already miss ’em
i can’t get realer than the sh-t i’m telling you now, b-tch, i’m spillin’ (ooh)
i off the truce, stuck now with the times i thought ’bout k!lling (yeah, yeah)
myself and somebody else ’cause i got problems
the world seen too many goated rappers drop dead, that’s fed
i can’t be another one of them so i’ma go up instead (high)

[post-chorus]
but i worry, when i go up, won’t it get worse? (money)
more money coming in mean more percs (what?)
yeah, i’ve been at the edge
i’ve been at the edge (whip it)
i’ve been at the edge
i’ve been shippin’ the percs, the edge

- yeat

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