- Vince Staples Yeah Right 歌词
- Vince Staples
- (Ow)Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)(ow)
Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? ****** her all night
Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the club right?
Got your head right? Boy, yeah right (ow)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)(ow)
Pretty women wanna slit the wrist
Pretty women wanna be a rich man's *******
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips
Pretty women wanna push a Benz
Come correct and she won't let you in
Thumbin' through the checks, she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)(ow)
Got an enemy that changes
Dependin' what direction
You're facin'
Got an enemy that tells you off
Blockin' what's efficient
You're placed in
You pretend to get a better idea
About the lifestyle
You're chasin'
Keep pretendin' that you real
Until every selfie is erased
Pop 'til it's fakin'
Pop 'til the wrist pop
Pop 'til he shakin'
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation
No allegation
Popular demand
I understand my name is only for conversation
New York ****** be like "deadass"
L.A. ****** be like "on the dead homies"
I was off the porch like Fed-Ex
211, got bread on me
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp uh
Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember them
Just canary yellow gem
Jumping out the ******' gym uh
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty uh
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early uh
Fade like shadows, corrallin' the cattle
A ******* decision for you, is narrow (Ow)
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh
The physic, the chemist, the lame
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
A sad ******? Yeah right
I don't fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin' though my last four kills for the highlights
My life, high life, high five, bye bye, bye bye
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)
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