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Yeezys Lyrics - Artist : TeejayX6
Trapboy3k
Stackin' up all my Bitcoins, I'ma get rich off crypto Heart drop down to my stomach every time I see 10-4 Couple gift cards, I'm tryna cash 'em in pronto That boy just got exposed on the 'Gram, what you lie for? Don't try to do that beefin' shit with me 'cause you gon' die, bro Spanish nigga called and said, "Murcielago" Paid to be on TV, I was just seein' myself on Bravo Slick-hair a white boy and he look like Johnny Bravo Wanted to be a drugpin, so you know it's free Ralo 2019 and you got Ralph Lauren Polo In Chicago with some G's, got me feelin' like Polo I want my own clothes, somebody make me a logo The bitch wanna be my girlfriend, but she a ho though Plus, she wanna fuck right now, I told her, "Hold on" Last time I fucked a bitch off three Percs, I went long Told my engineer to hurry up, he takin' too long My old bitches keep on callin', but I moved on I kept on just doin' bad shit, so I moved out He heard we 'bout to come shoot up his house, so he moved out Got a bad bitch number, ho, I'm tryna see what you 'bout Not a romantic-ass nigga, ho, so I can't take you out Shot my mans in a dice game, 'cause the nigga made me crap out Plus I caught the nigga off guard and blew his back out Fucked a thick bitch from the back and blew her back out Robbed my own personal chef, he look like Chris Breezy Dust my man's shoes off his feet 'cause he was wearin' Yeezys Scammed a nigga from my own city and I think it's Peezy And I scammed a nigga from out in Cali and I think it's G-Eazy All the shit I say is real, y'all don't gotta believe me I bet I'll have some drip on when them niggas bury me A bullet went through his skin and it started tearing him I'm blowin' on some fuckin' loud and I'm barely hearing him Took some losses tryna swipe, but it was all experiments How a nigga gon' scam me? Boy, I got experience Booked my flight and hotel and it was through Expedia I'm really out here doin' fraud, I'm tryin' to hide from media The label ain't talkin' no money, so I'm not tryna meet ya If you come with five hundred, you can get a feature That's the voice I use for juugin', damn, I mean feature He ain't even have the thirty cents for Little Caesar's pizza Niggas really hungry out here, he just stole my pizza I just fucked a white bitch and her name Alicia But she was really light-skinned, it was Alicia Keys They gave me admin on Telegram 'cause I do good deeds This nigga think he Chief Keef just 'cause he got dreads Lie to a nigga, "I ain't fuck your bitch, bro, I just got head" Ran off on my money, now the lil' nigga ain't got no legs Talkin' out his mouth, I oughta just cut this nigga's fuckin' head Just bought some fire-ass BINs from my nigga Hector Thousand for a sit-down method, show it on the projector He finally got his first strap, now he think he protected Bitch, I put so many niggas on, boy, you better respect it I just blocked this bitch number 'cause I don't like textin' Fresh eight, pour a pint, I got it straight from Texas I'm at the studio workin' she think I'm with my exes Scammed a weird nigga, he look like XXXTENTACION He don't know how to swipe, I'm 'bout to show this nigga a demonstration They wasn't fuckin' with my music, but I waited patient Snuck into the hospital and fucked the doctor's patient Man, I just met up with some labels, this shit gettin' real |
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