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letra de wit da gods - yeat

[intro]
yeah, ooh ooh ooh
(carter!)
straight to the edge
(aye majin, light that sh-t up)
ooh, ahh
when we do it we gon’ turn it to the, ah
ah, ah, ooh, ah, go

[chorus]
high with the gods, high with the birds, we doves (brr)
i just met the moon, took the sp-ceship off the vert (vert)
i just talked to elon, he said it cool (elon)
i’m on the edge, i’m on the curb (curb)
i just bought the tesla, then go bool with it, (swerve) i just hit the swerve (skrr)
and this b-tch got p-ssy that got pools in it (pool), they deeper than the earth
mini draco hundred rounds, and a coolin’ kit (phew), yeah
put my phone on silent, so don’t talk to me (yeah)
i blocked her, then i curve
yeah, this not nothin’ on nothin’, why you talkin’, why you react to me
how would i change, bruh i ain’t left the earth (earth)
[verse]
palm angels sweatsuit (woo), and i still talk to my demons (agh)
how you stayed the same, get no bread, i couldn’t believe it (ah)
how your b-tch pull up on me, and eat all my s-m-ns, she drink it up (ah, ah ah, ah ah ah)
yeah, all these drugs i tank it up, yeah (no)
buddy got swerved, cuz these bands on the coupe (woo)
they ain’t even heard what it did, what i do (go)
this b-tch bite my d-ck like a sport, like a flute
boy you a tripper, my twizzy gon’ shoot (yeah, bwa)
yeah, sh-t hit the fan, i’m gon be in the spinner for any, ain’t n0body move (yeah)
yeah, all these kids be cappin’ inside they mouth, they don’t know what’s the truth (ooh ooh ooh)
you can’t ask me what they do or what they say, boy you just lose (yeah)
yeah, vibed out, got them all confused (got em, yeah)
i just be vibed out in la, on the cruise (cruise, on the yacht)
i be feelin’ insane, like the ad with terry crews (smokin’ they head)
how the h-ll is you worried about that b-tch, you don’t got no money (ah)
a lot of these rappers got they swag from me, but ain’t say nothin’ (shh, uh uh)
and some of ’em used to buy features off me when they was nothing

[bridge]
and really i don’t give a f-ck about it, but we gon’ see who runnin’ (yeah, show ’em)
we gon’ see who, just make songs, and who make money (show sum)
easily, we gon’ see who made the sauce, and who took from it (yeah, on me)
cuz every song i make ain’t been the same, i’m new on sum (yeah, turn it up)

- yeat

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