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letra de wonky - yeat

[intro]
(swiz need to pipe down)

[chorus]
(ah) bet i’m goin’ crazy
i just got a bag for my bag, had a baby (ah)
i just made some cash, i got a bag then times’d it eighty
no, we not a band but play the drums like it’s the eighties
yeah, twizz on the run, we gotta be safe (yeah)
can’t stop for 12, we can’t stop for jakes, yeah
why you buggin’ out? askin’ how much i make, yeah (what?)
you know nothin’ ’bout the game or what the h-ll it takes (shh), yeah
twizzy bought the bl!cky, brought the lighter, he brought the spliff for me
[?] the coupe with me, it don’t exist to me
got this soda, d-mn, i’m ’bouta pop, yeah, just likе a cyst, yeah
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no newport, know twizz keep a sig
this onlyfans b-tch [?] hit
why the hеll did i just take the x again? i might be dead
i think i make the hardest songs when i’m dyin’, i’m on that x
all these drugs tell me no, yeah, my brain feelin’ dead, ooh

[verse]
her p-ssy pink, my diamonds red, i guess we kinda match the coupe
they thought the [?] still went and stink because they music turnin’ p–p
nah, matter of fact, i’m finna sh-t on every b-tch, just dropped a dookie
yeah, pulled up on his b-tch, she sucked me up and she actin’ flukey, yeah
this not w-lly wonka but this wocky’ got me wonky
had to pull up on the shawty in the cullinan, the tonky’
i can’t heard what you sayin’, no reception, walkie-talkie
when she give me that lil’ dirty face, i know it’s sloppy toppy
and i brought the cayenne out just so they keep the hate off me
i be cryin’ out “help me,” why these b-tches flockin’?
i’m too rich so i’ll admit it, i been snorting a couple perkies
no bullsh-t, i think i’m getting addicted, thirties start to feel like tens
i remember back in the day i had no money but i had friends
nowadays i cut ’em off, my only friend i got is benjamin
b-tton, b-tch, don’t push my b-tton
this coupe that cost me more than five hundred racks, it got some b-ttons
they say i’m on the x but to me, it feel like nothin’
i done seen a lot of broke boys let that stimmy get to they m-ffin, yeah
one slice of cheese but double my bread, yeah, mcm-ffin
don’t lie about the racks and doin’ drugs, boy, don’t be bluffin’
this sh-t could get so serious in a second, the world is nothin’
i feel like i’m isis with the beats and with the [?], i cut they head off
it don’t matter what you believe or what you see, but what you read off
this lil’ b-tch boy wanna fight, he call the police, he chicken little
[chorus]
(ah) bet i’m goin’ crazy
i just got a bag for my bag, had a baby (ah)
i just made some cash, i got a bag then times’d it eighty
no, we not a band but play the drums like it’s the eighties
yeah, twizz on the run, we gotta be safe (yeah)
can’t stop for 12, we can’t stop for jakes, yeah
why you buggin’ out? askin’ how much i make, yeah (what?)
you know nothin’ ’bout the game or what the h-ll it takes (shh), yeah
twizzy bought the bl!cky, brought the lighter, he brought the spliff for me
[?] the coupe with me, it don’t exist to me
got this soda, d-mn, i’m ’bouta pop, yeah, just like a cyst, yeah
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no newport, know twizz keep a sig
this onlyfans b-tch [?] hit
why the h-ll did i just take the x again? i might be dead
i think i make the hardest songs when i’m dyin’, i’m on that x
all these drugs tell me no, yeah, my brain feelin’ dead, ooh

- yeat

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