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letra de slayed - yeat

[intro, yeat]
(we just landed in ny, we just poppin’ tags all day, coppin’ swag all day)
(swiz need to pipe down)
i really just touched down, b-tch
and i spent ten bands on margiela
b-tch watch the stick when we hop out the jet
we just landed in ny, flew out from ‘ella (yeah)
i put a few in a duffel bag, for the plane and the bookbag, take it wherever
told ’em i’m moving the za every way, i ain’t talk to no jake but i’m calling, but i call up my dealer

[verse, yeat]
called up my twin, (yeah) call my twizzy
called up my b-tch, like watchu talm’ bout, call my bizzy
the world learned the slang, b-tches love the slang (yeah)
these b-tches love the sw-ng, open 24/7, it’s time to sit on top of her brain
yeah
i got these diamonds they came eliantte, cuban link, feel like i live in the rain
yeah every day, life is a [?]
i done got every rack i coulda made
yeah this not a airbnb, this a mansion, i let these b-tches pull up, they get slayed
[verse, lunchbox]
these b-tches pull up to get slayed (slayed)
these b-tches pull up to get slayed (slayed)
like the b-tch is just the [?]
my cup is some wock, just know h-lla syrup
back to new york, i was just in la
got straight to them racks, cause i don’t even play
and these n-ggas they [?], but we really don’t play
i just ran up the racks as the start of my day
we got that chop for that boy if he runnin’ up
these broke lil man, go and go get your hunnids up
when she suck the d-ck, she need some money
can’t suck d-ck, then you can’t get a honeybun
smoke a lot, this sh-t got me dummy-dumb
sh-t no funny, we don’t got dummy guns
choppa homi, just like a kid cudi show
so many racks, i might get me a tummy tuck

- yeat

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