| Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
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| I’m talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don’t do Huaraches
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| Can’t wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
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| And she caught two new bodies, I’m talkin' Thug and Yachty
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| I told her call me when she horny
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| Why you put the feds on me?
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| I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
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| They got my back forever, broski, yeah
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the
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| Yeah, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah
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| Hide you got it, hide you want it, how you get it, baby
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| Never stop it, get it poppin' every fuckin' day
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| Kawasaki, Maserati, only rockin' Giuseppe Zanotti
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| You want problems, don’t you?
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| Baby, don’t play-play, this your payday
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| Baby, don’t play-play, this your payday
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| I got swan, not baguettes where my neck lay
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| Thirty carat VVS’s when you’re ready
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| I take care of your body like you RiRi, baby
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| Play the marriage all night on your TV, baby
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| R.I.P. |
| Biggie and fuck the NYPD
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| Chicago polices, Atlanta, and all PCs (Woo)
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| Fuck the police, and they’ll lock you up for decease-'cease (Yeah)
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| It don’t matter, I got bitches at the DMV (Woo)
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| Roll with me, flood your neck with rosary (Yeah)
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| Rollin' me like a rolly-polly please, woo
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| Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
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| I’m talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don’t do Huaraches
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| Can’t wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
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| And she caught two new bodies, I’m talkin' Thug and Yachty
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| I told her call me when she horny
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| Why you put the feds on me?
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| I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
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| They got my back forever, broski, yeah
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the (Let's go)
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| Almost there (There), oh, you ready now? |
| (Ready)
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| I just paint the coupe redder than spaghetti now
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| Fuck her so good, think about it in her sleep (Ew)
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| She call me Freddy now (Woo)
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| She rock baguetties now
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| She wanna fuck the Pendergrass, Teddy loud
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| She got a thumb in her ass, pull it out (Boop)
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| I might get her higher than a blimp (Woo)
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| She said her last nigga was a shrimp (Oh)
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| None of my business
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| Baby girl, let me help you open your business (Go)
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| Baby girl, can I please fuck on your friendses?
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| If you say yes, I might buy you a Benzes (Go), you a lil' princess (Yeah)
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| She go downtown in 1942
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| It’s her birthday, she gon' shake somethin' (Alright)
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| Bitch try, she beat her up the worst way (Boom)
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| My lil' gutter bitch, she can’t wait to shake somethin' (Yeah)
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| Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
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| I’m talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don’t do Huaraches
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| Can’t wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
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| And she caught two new bodies, I’m talkin' Thug and Yachty
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| I told her call me when she horny
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| Why you put the feds on me?
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| I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
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| They got my back forever, broski, yeah
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
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| All she do is geek until the mornin'
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| She be geekin' 'til the |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Till The Morning , by - Lil Yachty. Song from the album Lil Boat 3.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп