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big sean - yes lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
ooh_ooh, mmm_mm
ooh_ooh, woah, woah, yeah

[verse]

i’m a breast man, i’ma skeet on her, make a mess
and she gon’ look up to me, i’m who she proud of
i come from where it’s hustlers, pimps, players and don dadas

[part ii]

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
new sh_t might get spooky, had to bring the ways back
stupid lil’ b_tch wan’ reminisce about some sh_t from way back
when you slackin’ on the job, that’s when they try and take that
n_ggas really think they cutthroat ’cause
middle fingers to these n_ggas
they wanna see me turn to the villain, either way though, i’ma k!ll ’em
[chorus]
when they tried to tell me, “no,” i said, “no, motherf_cker, yes” (yes)
yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh)
yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh)
yes (tss), yes (huh), yes (huh)
when they tried to tell me, “no,” i said, “no, motherf_cker, yes” (huh)
yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes

[verse 2]

hoes plottin’ on me, that’s so cliché
five_star suite, five_star general, yeah, b_tch, and i’m goin’ awol (awol)
how the f_ck a young n_gga got his whole logo
on a jersey and a n_gga don’t play ball?
stupid n_ggas been like “what you been on?”

goofy_ass highs
n_ggas got my name in they mouth ’cause i’m all in their girl head
i stuck to the code, n_ggas can’t decode me
if they pushin’ my b_ttons, it’s code red
twenty thousand b_tches prayin’ that we break up
you that n_gga, you sleepin’? i’m him when i wake up
yeah, holy matrimony where i stack the cake up
this right here the realest game i probably ever gave up
[chorus]
when they tried to tell me, “no,” i said, “no, motherf_cker, yes” (yes)
yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh)
yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh)
yes (tss), yes (huh), yes (huh)
when they tried to tell me, “no,” i said, “no, motherf_cker, yes” (huh)
yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh)
yes

[bridge]
yeah
yes

[verse 3]
i would rather give y’all my soul, i don’t have to sell it

blue strips when i do hit the strip, know we f_ckin’ it up like elvis
no broke talk, g.o.a.t. talk
money talkin’ to me, like i don’t need no motherf_ckin’ therapist
brought it right back to the crib like it’s nowhere else to go

nothin’ happens by coincidence, it’s written in the scrolls
f_ckin’ wifey types like hoes
i can’t even put on my clothes, b_tch, i gotta go
pockets so deep, it implodes
who keepin’ up with the score? i don’t plateau
n_ggas back up in that mode
and i don’t weigh no pros or no cons ’cause i only know pros
f_ck what you sellin’ me
i lay the play down to run this b_tch, i think they tellin’ me, “no”

- big sean lyrics

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