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fred e.t. - yeti (the power of..) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: fred e.t.]
i’m a cortez steppin’
sweet tea sippin’
polynesian sauce drippin’
grammy winner

[hook: fred e.t.]
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, wait

[verse 2: fred e.t.]
nappy, happy wordsmith
firm grip
on a “sum’n sum’n”
foreign expensive, four wheeler
tank filled up

[hook]
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, yet
i ain’t that n-gga, wait

[verse 3: fred e.t.]
break a cycle
family generation
entertainer
more of a
representation, sensation
crazy thing is
this is all
premeditated
complications, in the way of
seat fillin’
every flaw you bring up
all i say is

[hook]
i ain’t that n-gga, yet. (nooo!)
i ain’t that n-gga, yet. (nooo!)
i ain’t that n-gga, yet. (nooo!)
i ain’t that n-gga, yet. (nooo!)
i ain’t that n-gga, yet. (nooo!)
i ain’t that n-gga, yet. (nooo!)
i ain’t that n-gga, yet. (nooo!)
but i will be though

[bridge: fred e.t.]
simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
woah-oh-woah-oh
simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
woah-oh-woah-oh

[verse 4: fred e.t.]
24/7 in the middle cl-ss wrkin’ my -ss off
crash course, tag toes
turn a n-gga to corpse, givin’ overtime to the coroners, more morticians the tickets is goin’ up
last meal, order up, dinner first, inter course with a wh0r-, no morals, inner city, i skrrt!
out skirts, where i’m headed, head first, back to yall, kickin -ss, takin’ names, change the game, that’s the aim
now a lot of these negus i’m finna p-ss
a lot of these negus, they won’t last
if they do, tell the truth i got the whole top 5 like dylan
dial on suicide hotline
come up off, that career, end is near, find god, allah, even jah, time bomb, “beep beep”, f-ckin’ with e.t., cause he be on his job
satchmo throw the lob, k!ll em all, then we on so i-

[hook]
guess i am that n-gga
that n-gga
yes i am, that n-gga
yes i “ams”, that n-gga
yes i is, that n-gga
yes i is, that n-gga
yes i is, that n-gga
i am that n-gga, yea

- fred e t

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