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​imnotdayy - ​ya ya! كلمات الأغنية

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​ya ya! lyrics
[chorus]
hop out the car with my weapon
i’m tryna f_ck on her best friend
run up on me, i’ma send you to heaven
i get to that bag and i get to it quick (huh)
i stomp him out with my ricks (ricks)
and i spent a band on these kicks (kicks, huh)
i know you a fan of me, b_tch (yeah)
tell her “stop playin’ with me, b_tch” (yeah_yeah, huh)
walk in this b_tch with my stick
hit from the back, you cannot get a kiss
i sent him up to the stars, make a wish
all of my folks already know who i is
all of my pockets are the same, what i get
all of my pockets are the same, what i make

[verse]
(she suck me up, then i nut on her face, yeah)
i think she like how i taste (okay, okay)
i see a bag, then i chase
(i see a bag, then i chase, yeah, yeah)
my drank be purple like grape
vvs on me, they wet like the lake
might [?] ’cause these n_ggas fake
if he want smoke, he get smoked like a vape (huh)
put that boy in the bag, body
f_ckin’ his b_tch and he mad probably
i’m ’bout to run up the cash, dami
you n_ggas be broke, like get from around me
(diamonds so fresh, they might water the [?])
put that boy in a stretcher (yeah, yeah)
you don’t want smoke, n_gga, get it together
got a white ho and i’m callin’ her heather
i’m off a perc’, i’ma crash in this tesla
he wanna trade that lil’ boy to an investor
glock with a beam, i’ma aim for the chest, uh
i’m not a student, b_tch, i’m a tester
run to the bag, that n_gga mad
hop in that jag’, he want a bag
b_tch, where you at? play with that cat
she call me dad, her n_gga mad (yeah)
hop in that scat, don’t mean to brag (yeah)
n_ggas, they hatin’, but really be fans (yeah)
this b_tch wanna cuff just to put on some pants
she tryna f_ck, don’t got no chance (yeah, yeah)
i pull up on your block and that f_ck n_gga ran
i know i’ma blow, i’ma stick to the plan
if i did it once, i can do it again
i cut that ho off because she keep on playin’
my money too hot, i can’t hear what you sayin’
i keep makin’ plays like i play for the league
run that boy over, then smoke all my weed
you n_ggas broke and need a job, go on indeed
run to that bag with no fatigue
b_tch, i’m in the league
i’m a g.o.a.t. and you n_ggas some cheese
she gave me throat because i’m pushin’ p (yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
hop out the car with my weapon
i’m tryna f_ck on her best friend
run up on me, i’ma send you to heaven
i get to that bag and i get to it quick (huh)
i stomp him out with my ricks (ricks)
and i spent a band on these kicks (kicks, huh)
i know you a fan of me, b_tch (yeah)
tell her “stop playin’ with me, b_tch” (yeah_yeah, huh)
walk in this b_tch with my stick
hit from the back, you cannot get a kiss
i sent him up to the stars, make a wish
all of my folks already know who i is
all of my pockets are the same, what i get
all of my pockets are the same, what i make

[outro]
(yeah, yeah)

- imnotdayy

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