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letra de superior - yeat

[intro: playboi carti & yeat & sky]
hold up (what? what?)
(yeah, yeah) what? what?
yeah (okay, okay)
(what? what?) yeah (yeah), hold up (what?)
(what? what? yeah, yeah)
(what? what?) sky
yeah (yeah), hold up

[chorus: playboi carti & yeat]
(what?) yung carti, yung carti, yung carti a diva (what?), yeah (what? yeah)
i’m pourin’ the lean, i’m smokin’ that reefer, yeah (what? what? what?)
got tats on my body, i look like khalifa (what?), yeah (tats, hold up)
just texted my shawty, “i wanna come meet ya” (slatt), yeah (slatt)
i go in the booth, yeah, and walk on a feature (what?), yeah
i’m toppin’ the charts, yeah, we toppin’ the meters (what?), yeah
my baby say she don’t f-ck with these b-tches, okay, cool (okay, cool), uh (cool)
i told her, “i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas either,” okay, cool (okay)

[verse: yeat]
i’m riding in this tonka, gle
i just wеnt and hit neimans and i walked out with a few bags
i can’t еven rock with them no more, that’s just a fact
when i’m out in london, i’m a yankee, you’ll get stabbed
she asked me if i want the b-tch on top of her, i said, “yeah”
pulled up and i chopped the helicopter, got the scat
i can’t even f-ck with n0body, not once, not twice, not never again (demons)
he thought we would only spin once, can’t wait, i did it again
pull up outside, luh crank, yeah, and i pulled out the benz, yeah
i don’t even f-ck with n0body, yeah, i f-cked her friends
had to drop me a lil’ classic album, yeah, i done did it again
takin’ the perc’ with the x, yeah, i don’t feel my limbs
[chorus: playboi carti & yeat]
(hold up) yung carti, yung carti, yung carti a diva (what?), yeah (what? yeah)
i’m pourin’ the lean, i’m smokin’ that reefer, yeah (what? what? what?)
got tats on my body, i look like khalifa (what?), yeah (tats, hold up)
just texted my shawty, “i wanna come meet ya” (slatt), yeah (slatt)
i go in the booth, yeah, and walk on a feature (what?), yeah
i’m toppin’ the charts, yeah, we toppin’ the meters (what?), yeah
my baby say she don’t f-ck with these b-tches, okay, cool (okay, cool), uh (cool)
i told her, “i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas either,” okay, cool (okay, okay, cool)

[outro: yeat & playboi carti]
okay, cool, okay, cool (what?), okay, cool (okay)
(what?) yeah, hold up
(what? what? yeah, okay, yeah)

- yeat

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