Lyrics Yippie Yay - Smoove'L

Yippie Yay

Ooh, it some vibes in here
She a cutie and she cry, she need some diamond tears
It’s a ghetto house party, I might die in here
I take drugs and get high and need weed to get by
I apologize to the trenches, they say sorry to me
I lost black fatz and skee, &it was all to the streets
And all those niggas I just named, those my dead homies
Me and mines doing fine, please don’t worry about me
Late at night we fuck and fuck and she squirt on my couch
And she wild, watch me get fly
Hello haters, yeah it’s me
Poverty junkies I got mob ways
I got a nice slim bitch she do what I say
And I’m with gang up in the building, we go hard
Yippie yay deep throat she go far
Balenciaga tippy toes, this shit cost
She wanna lick my oops and eat my oops, Imma bust
Yeah and we gon slide, let’s go take on the opps
I’m trying to take his head off his body right where these knockers
I got a fetish for dem nipples, I like licking on thotatas
She gave me a night wildin' for dem Dolce Gabbanas
Got damn I’ve been down, I’ve been down like a yo-yo
And then she speed up, slow down slo-mo
I keep my business lowkey, no photos
I hit the back back streets with the foe foe
Yeah I’m hypnotized yeah I’m camouflage
I like to stand out so I don’t camouflage
The moment she seen me, she call
But it’s so funny, I ain’t surprised
Ooh, it some vibes in here
She a cutie and she cry, she need some diamond tears
It’s a ghetto house party, I might die in here
I take drugs and get high and need weed to get by
She dun fell in love with it, my dick got the mojojo
Quickie in the studio, her feet is lookin' pigeon toed
in the trenches, we got choppers like the blicky blow
I appreciate you got me, you got lucky like it’s Uno
Eyes covered Ray Bans, dressing Carmen cool
You got friends, I was squat, tell em bring em all through
Bank account getting lot, watch this money pile ooh
I got feelings on my heart, all that playing I’m through
Late at night we fuck and fuck and she squirt on my couch
And she wild, watch me get fly
Hello haters, yeah it’s me
Poverty junkies I got mob ways
I got a nice slim bitch she do what I say
And I’m with gang up in the building, we do hard
Yippie yay deep throat she go far
Balenciaga tippy toes, this shit cost
She wanna lick my oops and eat my oops, Imma bust