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letra de way back - yeat

[intro]
i just went took what it took on my side
i just went f-cked with this thottie, on my slime
i just want f-ck, i don’t wan’ hear ’bout these signs
i keep a bl!ck tucked, it’s up by surprise
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m just high, i’m ridin’
i get the cash baby, yeah, i’m fine
heard you wan’ come to my city, then suck on that bl!cky
lil’ baby come f-ck in the car

[chorus]
hundred thousand, hundred thousand, hundred thousand
hundred thousand, hundred thousand, look at it, look at it
turn it five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred
turn it to a mil’, yeah, two mil’, yeah, three mil’, huh
h-ll yeah, i’m f-cking this thot
h-ll yeah, just been serving that rock
h-ll yeah, finna chop out the tonk’
h-ll yeah, finna swerve out the lot
i heard you say you got money coming in, but we all know that’s a lie
we all know you a broke-boy b-tch, boy, lil’ boy, you ain’t got cash, you ain’t fly
i just went took what it took on my side
i just went f-cked with this thottie, on my slime
i just want f-ck, i don’t wan’ hear ’bout these signs
i keep a bl!ck tucked, it’s up by surprise
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m just high, i’m ridin’
i get the cash baby, yeah, i’m fine
heard you wan’ come to my city, then suck on that bl!cky
lil’ baby come f-ck in the car (yeah)
[verse]
i cannot f-ck with that sh-t, i turn that mil’ to like six
i cannot f-ck with a lame ass goof they a muhf-ckin’, muhf-ckin’ b-tch
heard you was switchin’ the sides, you criss-cross applesauce, switch on your guys, yeah
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout surprise, i’m taking the girl, lil’ b-tch, i be high
fooded up, ridin’ with that b-tch, i been booted up
my money been dancin’, my money been twerkin’, my money slide
b-tch done cheated on ’bout my money, i need a b-tch that with vibes
everything we do is flawless, which is why i don’t give a f-ck (yeah)
ridin’ round, i’m in the tonka truck, f-ckin’ up (yeah, yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, i f-ck it up (yeah, yeah)
i got a check lil’ b-tch, you know i f-ck it up (yeah, yeah)
i did a race with the lamb’ and i pulled it up (yeah, yeah)
you chumps steal my swag, b-tch, you can’t touch (yeah, yeah)
you cannot do all this sh-t, b-tch, you big bluff (yeah, yeah)
who the h-ll you is? where you came from? (yeah, yeah)
pop a couple percs’, that b-tch is an m box (yeah, yeah)
i run it up, b-tch, i can’t stop (yeah, yeah)
you is a lame, you a fake cop (yeah, yeah)
she suck it up, yeah, she ate out (yeah, yeah)
used to be broke, so shout out my first hundred (yeah, yeah)

- yeat

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