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- Lil Yachty SplitWhole Time 歌词
- Lil Yachty
- Sippin' the peach soda
The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over
Frrp
Sippin' the peach soda
The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over
Frrp
Sippin' the peach soda
The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over
I'ma rap 'til the beat is over
Two Chanel bags the same price as my mink sofa
And I move like the king cobra
Slimin' them out dawg I didn't have to think it over
Earl on the beat
Frrp
Sippin' the peach soda
The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over
Uh
I'ma rap 'til the beat is over
Uh
Two Chanel bags the same price as my mink sofa
Go
And I move like the king cobra
Go
Slimin' them out dawg I didn't have to think it over
Slatt
This lil' b***h I'ma bend her over
After I'm done call the gang I'ma send her over
Gang
I'm in tune with the UPS
Yeah
Waitin' on packages KPreme gon' do the rest
Got some b***hes in Budapest
Strapped with them Ks they walk 'round wearin' bullet vests
Ooh frrp
I need you to do more but speak less
Youngins gon' open uh
Youngins gon' open 'em up like some Mucinex
Go
Give me top baby keep the s*x
Go
My d**k get bigger when I see a money check
Used to didn't have a hundred bands
Beep
Now I'm outside with the gang doin' the money dance
I'm in rush hour roadrunnin'
Mm
I'm in rush hour roadrunnin' like Jackie Chan
My big brother was beatin' pans
Beat it
Lil' brother psyched out he might go shoot your mans
Buh buh beep
Sunday through Sunday
Sunday
I got them b***hes comin' on the runway
On the runway
F**k with the feng shui
F**k with
Break a b***h back like the wood like a sensei
F**k did that n***a say
F**k
You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Lindley
Beep
Split
Yeah
Uh-huh
Told my slime Earl hold it on
Yeah
Hold that s**t down n***a I'ma see it
Uh-huh
You gon' see it and now he see it
For real he held it down
Uh-huh
Feel me
Uh-huh
For real
Uh-huh uh-huh
Beep look
Go
I'm hated that much I don't give a d**n
Go
I used to swipe finesse through the Skype through the night
I would eat on a Grand Slam
Swipe
Don't be like me I'm a millionaire
Still ridin' dirty 'round town like Chamillionaire
Don't be like me
These n***as softer than Build-A-Bear
Penthouse then make her eat with no silverware
S**t ayy f**k
I'm crackin' this b***h like some software
Go
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talkin' down
Phew
Go the sound
I'm in New York need a loft here
D**n
B***h I'm a motherf**kin' boss here
D**n
No ain't no n***a soft here
F**k 'em
My n***as down they came from the town
Phew
They let it off here
Slatt
Audemars Piguet ice me
Ice
Where I be f**kin' this Pisces
She wanna beat up the wifey
She was down
I like the Piguets I like the emeralds
D**n them s**ts look like a icy
Ice
Different in school check out the IQ
I made more guap than the IT
Yeah
S**t nah whole time n***as hold s**t down
Frrt frrt hold it down
Yeah whole time n***as never lack n***as keep a hundred rounds
Whole time frrt
Yeah home alone n***a run up on me do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin
S**t s**t s**t yeah
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe I ain't drive it leave it parkin'
Fif'
A lot of my choices was dumb s**t
Gang pull up on the block and they dump s**t
My n***as got red on their head
Red on their head on some Trump s**t
Brrt
I'm swervin' the 'Burban down Highland
Skrt
Swervin' the whip on some drunk s**t
Swerve
I'm not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head wanted him dead
Prrt prrt prrt
Won't get a foot in my conscience
Poh
These b***hes hang 'round for the content
B***h
It took me way outta context
Oh
My youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex
S**t beep
Live everywhere like some Germex
Hee
Just tell my n***a his turn next
God
Burn that s**t down
Don't play with me b***h I'ma burn it
Burn
Yeah
Burn
Young n***a earn it
Brrt
Don't speak on no s**t you don't know about
Before you speak on it go learn that
S**t s**t yeah
S**t
For real keepin' this s**t for real
Beep
Three in the two like Shaquille
Yeah
I don't even know how to feel
Beep
Nah whole time n***as hold s**t down
Frrt frrt hold it down
Yeah whole time n***as never lie n***as keep a hundreds rounds
Whole time frrt
Yeah home alone n***a run up on me do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin
S**t s**t s**t yeah
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe I ain't drive it leave it parkin'
Fif'
Frrt frrt
Go
Frrt frrt
Frrt frrt
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