| Sippin' the peach soda
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| The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)
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| Sippin' the peach soda
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| The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)
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| Sippin' the peach soda
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| The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over
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| I’ma rap 'til the beat is over
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| Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa
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| And I move like the king cobra
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| Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn’t have to think it over
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| (Earl on the beat)
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| Frrp
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| Sippin' the peach soda
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| The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Uh)
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| I’ma rap 'til the beat is over (Uh)
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| Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa (Go)
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| And I move like the king cobra (Go)
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| Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn’t have to think it over (Slatt)
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| This lil' bitch, I’ma bend her over
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| After I’m done, call the gang, I’ma send her over (Gang)
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| I’m in tune with the UPS (Yeah)
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| Waitin' on packages, KPreme gon' do the rest
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| Got some bitches in Budapest
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| Strapped with them Ks, they walk 'round wearin' bullet vests (Ooh, frrp)
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| I need you to do more, but speak less
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| Youngins gon' open, uh
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| Youngins gon' open 'em up like some Mucinex (Go)
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| Give me top, baby, keep the sex (Go)
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| My dick get bigger when I see a money check
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| Used to didn’t have a hundred bands (Beep)
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| Now I’m outside with the gang doin' the money dance
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| I’m in rush hour, roadrunnin' (Mm)
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| I’m in rush hour, roadrunnin' like Jackie Chan
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| My big brother was beatin' pans (Beat it)
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| Lil' brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans (Buh, buh, beep)
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| Sunday through Sunday (Sunday)
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| I got them bitches comin' on the runway (On the runway)
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| Fuck with the feng shui (Fuck with)
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| Break a bitch back like the wood like a sensei
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| Fuck did that nigga say? |
| (Fuck)
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| You wasn’t 'round at the gym back at Lindley (Beep)
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| Split
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| Yeah
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| Uh-huh (Too much slime, Earl, hold it on)
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| Yeah (Hold that shit down, nigga)
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| Uh-huh (I'mma see it, you gon' see it and now he see it)
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| Really had a doubt
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| Uh-huh (Feel me)
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| Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh
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| Beep, look (Go)
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| I’m hated that much, I don’t give a damn (Go)
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| I used to swipe for nun' through the Skype through the night
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| I would eat on a Grand Slam (Swipe)
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| Don’t be like me, I’m a meanie
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| Still ridin' dirty 'round town like a millionaire (Don't be like me)
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| These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear
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| Penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, fuck)
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| I’m crackin' this bitch like some software (Go)
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| I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
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| He talkin' down (Phew), go the sound
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| I’m in New York, need a loft here (Damn)
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| Bitch, I’m a motherfuckin' boss here (Damn)
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| No, ain’t no nigga soft here (Fuck 'em)
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| My niggas down, they came from the town (Phew)
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| They let it off here (Slatt)
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| Audemars Piguet, ice me (Ice)
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| Where I be fuckin' this Pisces?
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| She wanna beat up the wifey (She was down)
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| I like the Piguets, I like the emeralds
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| Damn, them shits look like a icy (Ice)
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| Different school, check out the IQ
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| I made more guap than the IT (Yeah)
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| Shit, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
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| Yeah, whole time niggas never lie
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| Niggas keep a hundred round (Whole time, frrt)
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| Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me, don’t like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit,
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| shit, yeah)
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| Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain’t drivin' it in the parking (Fif')
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| A lot of my choices was dumb shit
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| Can’t pull up on the block and they dump shit
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| My niggas got red on their head
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| Red on their head on some Trump shit (Brrt)
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| I’m swervin' the 'Burbon down Highland (Skrt)
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| Swervin' the whip on some drunk shit (Swerve)
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| I’m not a fighter at all
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| But I stomp his head, wanted him dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)
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| Won’t get a foot in my conscience (Poh)
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| These bitches hang 'round for the content (Bitch)
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| It took me way outta context (Oh)
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| And youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex (Shit, beep)
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| Live everywhere like some Germex (Hee)
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| Just tell my nigga, «His turn next"(God)
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| Burn that shit down
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| Play with me, bitch, I’ma burn it (Burn)
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| Yeah (Burn), y’all gotta earn it (Brrt)
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| Don’t speak on no shit you don’t know about
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| Before you speak on it go learn that
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| Shit, shit, yeah (Shit)
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| For real, keepin' this shit for real (Beep)
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| Three on them, two I should kill (Yeah)
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| I don’t even know how to feel (Beep)
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| Nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
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| Yeah, whole time niggas never lie
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| Niggas keep a hundreds rounds (Whole time, frrt)
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| Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me, don’t like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit,
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| shit, yeah)
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| Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain’t drivin' it in the parking (Fif')
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| Frrt, frrt (Go)
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| Frrt, frrt
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| Frrt, frrt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Split/Whole Time , by - Lil Yachty. Song from the album Lil Boat 3.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп