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- Lil Yachty Black Jesus 歌詞
- Lil Yachty
- Oh Lord Jetson made another one
Pull out them racks on a n***a he's so funny
He talk the most s**t but got no money
Tough on the 'net but in person a new Gandhi
Stand on my racks and I'm Mo Bambi
I mean Mo Bamba and cost a new Honda
I need this with TiTi and with lil' Shonda
I get right it's on sight for you newcomers
I got two solid fists for you mouth-runners
With the gang out in public we ho hunters
Kick that b***h out the spot like a team punter
Think it's time I run up me a Bugatti
Got this b***h ridin' d**k like a Ducati
Bought an AP plain jane out in Dubai
Actin' out for attention the new guy
Got another lasso need a new tie
Know some n***as who stuck turn E5
Know some n***as out West bangin' treetop
Made that b***h give me head 'til her knees pop
Switchin' sides on the gang tryna ease out
Catch you slippin' we knockin' your teeth out
Tryna come down my block need to reroute
Tryna say all that s**t that you talk 'bout
Know it's cap in your rap you ain't gotta lie
In LA with Zack B yeah a nice guy
In LA with Zack B yeah at Papis
I'm in Houston ho hidin' with Tati
I just had me a smooth little ten piece
Run it up
Stick on my back like I'm huntin' up
Yeah if I love my dollars they gon' run 'em up
Quick to pull up with them 30s tucked
Run up flatbread lay low stackin' tall
Hit his head once body dropped rest his soul
I got big guap big killers big pieces
She wan' f**k the gang told that b***h to write a thesis
Pull up all white lookin' like I'm black Jesus
And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis
N***as sweet as s**t turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces
Diamonds shinin' so d**n bright give a n***a seizures
Nothin' make me more happy than backends
I'm straight in no signal them racks in
These new n***as' music is trashcan
He can't feed his fans so they fastin'
He told 'em that's how he go Muslim
That b***h n***a ain't out hustlin'
I said take a sip why you guzzlin'
Give me my d **n cup back n***a
I'm too rich to be out here tusslin'
Boy they just paid a rack for some 'Tussin
Hope you sick 'cause that's all that it's good for
I wish that my big brother did more
I pray that my lil' sister live long
Paint the 'Rari all yellow like Armstrong
Got a stock with a stick it's an arm long
Wow
Heard they said I went broke boy was they wrong
I just cashed in a check it's a phone number
B***h your a*s on the porch like the door number
We gon' track your a*s down like LoJack
Why they playin' with me I need more racks
To the money I'm runnin' up four flat
This s**t right here gon' need four plaques
Run up flatbread lay low stackin' tall
Hit his head once body dropped rest his soul
I got big guap big killers big pieces
She wan' f**k the gang told that b***h to write a thesis
Pull up all white lookin' like I'm black Jesus
And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis
N***as sweet as s** t turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces
Diamonds shinin' so d**n bright give a n***a seizures
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