| Ten times ten, I just got that on a sheet of paper
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| I just put up all-yellow like vanilla wafers
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| Tryna tell your bitch 'bout me, you can’t save her
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| If it’s 'bout Ben Frank, pull up, shoot a town like Craig Sager
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| All my hoes on ten, movin' 'em out the base just like the Raiders, ooh
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| Pew, pew-pew-pew, yeah, slatt, okay (Wow)
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| Rearrange his face, think it’s sweet, we gon' handle it (Yeah)
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| Fuck her from the back, mess it up, I’m gon' damage it (Yeah)
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| I don’t wanna talk, I want top and I need it (Shut up)
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| We will not show up anywhere 'til we receive it (Brr)
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| She know I’m too fly, she believe it (Woo)
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| And I’m on that jet kickin' up, eatin' Reese’s (Go)
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| Put a million cash in a safe for my nieces
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| All we do is buy every time, don’t do leases (Ew)
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| Five hundred thousand for my truck, ooh, Jesus
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| Mmm, mmm, mmm
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| I don’t break a sweat over pussy (Slatt)
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| Lit up in this bitch, can’t nobody overlook me (Lit)
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| My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (Go)
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| Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
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| Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
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| And I’m outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes, ayy)
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| Bae with no ass shots, get your ass shot
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| Tryna play on the back block, he a mascot
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| Every day, I’ma cash out, I don’t brag 'bout what I got
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| 'Cause the feds watchin' your headtop
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| Ooh, she thick like some dreadlocks, she can gawk-gawk
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| I don’t dance, but I pop locks, we can go flock
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| Go shot in a nigga crib, where you niggas live?
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| In the set with a hundred TECs, but I’m innocent
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| I be lawyered up, big G’s, Hoya cuz
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| Big dawgs on them pups, drive-bys, buckle up
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| Bye-bye when I want
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| You niggas broke, but that’s okay with me (That's okay)
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| Just stay with me, don’t play with me
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| I cannot make-believe (Can't make it up), uh
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| Mmm, mmm, mmm
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| I don’t break a sweat over pussy (Slatt)
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| Lit up in this bitch, can’t nobody overlook me (Lit)
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| My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (Go)
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| Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
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| Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
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| And I’m outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In My Stussy's , by - Lil Yachty. Song from the album Lil Boat 3.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп