| Yeah
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| Woah, Kenny! |
| Ayy
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| What’s up, doc? |
| Ayy, I got carats (What's up?)
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| Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit
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| Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I’m a savage (Suwoop)
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| Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah)
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| Flexing so hard now my friends say I’m petty (Uh)
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| Everybody know that I’m a bad bitch bandit (Yeah)
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| I be fly as fuck ain’t no telling when I’m landing
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| Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic
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| Ocean, foreign whip coasting
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| Sipping potion, moving slow motion
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| Got me like, «Oh shit», might start dozing (Yup)
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| Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice)
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| Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah)
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| My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah)
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| Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it
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| Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah)
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| Smoke a lot of weed like I grow it
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| I got old money, ain’t moldy, yeah
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| Jewelry game get a bitch cozy, ooh
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| So, so smooth no lotion, yeah
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| Ride around town with a toaster, uh
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| Yeah, bitch, I’ma pop up for the bread
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| Lil' nigga you do the mostest, yuh
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| That’s what this dumb bitch just said
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| Fucked on the floor, made her fall out the bed
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| Ayy before you go, can I get some more head?
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| Ayy, kicked out the door, then I hopped in my Benz
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| Yeah, I did it again, but this time with her friend
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| Yeah, bring her back like I’m Shaq at the rim
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| Yeah, told that bitch I’m the creme de la creme
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| Yeah, told that bitch that I’m the best that it is
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| Yeah, told that bitch that she know what it is, uh
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| Spent a million on ice just to chill
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| Got some more water, might buy some gills
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| Yeah, they be like, «This lil' nigga is ill»
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| Yeah, they be like, «This lil' nigga for real»
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| Uh, off the porch straight to the field
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| Yeah, I’m rich and still ride with my steel
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| Yeah, I put crystal balls on my ears
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| Uh, I’m balling hard, bitch, I got skills
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| What’s up, doc? |
| Ayy, I got carats (What's up?)
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| Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit
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| Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I’m a savage (Suwoop)
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| Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah)
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| Flexing so hard now my friends say I’m petty (Uh)
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| Everybody know that I’m a bad bitch bandit (Yeah)
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| I be fly as fuck ain’t no telling when I’m landing
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| Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic
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| Ocean, foreign whip coasting
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| Sipping potion, moving slow motion
|
| Got me like, «Oh shit», might start dozing (Yup)
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| Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice)
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| Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah)
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| My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah)
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| Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it
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| Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah), yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flyest Highest Coolest Smoothest , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Yellow Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп