
ross rime & ychaosx - # yeen # lyrics
[verse ]
y’all ain’t like me
in my d_mned boat, you ain’t got no seat
even if i got no money on me
man i got birdies that worry ’bout me
while i was talkin’ sh_t
n0body with me
why these b_tches tryna be so meany
they were sleepin’ on me but i’m on winnin’
came from the bottom b_tch, i’m independent
y’all ain’t like me
in my d_mned boat, you ain’t got no seat
even if i got no money on me
man i got birdies that worry ’bout me
while i was talkin’ sh_t
n0body with me
why these b_tches tryna be so meany
they were sleepin’ on me but i’m on winnin’
came from the bottom b_tch, i’m independent
yeah
yeen my slime
yeen got money and got no time
feelin’ like dante i make devils cry
blonde b_tch trisha by my side on the ride
yeah
i left that b_tch tired
i can’t stop the fire
take your money and leave
i do not care who you are
yeah
cartier shades
uh yeah
on my face
uh yeah
cartier shades
uh yeah
they know my place
uh yeah
on my face
uh yeah
on my face
i won’t relocate uh
show me the better you
that sh_t better be the true
don’t give a f_ck ’bout your shoes and blouse
you had to came back with something new
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
tired of the sh_t, even tired of breathing
this is my lifestyle, they need a reason
red in my cup, yeah, i sip it like a demon
toting all the poles in the back of the beamer
told ’em i start the wave, xlr8!
three times better and counting on bands
so real talk sh_t, so i play no games
i pulled up on your block
saw no one there
p̵̧͋u̵̘͘l̶̜̈l̷̤̓ë̸͖́d̷̲̔ ̴̨̌ü̷̬p̶͍̂
̶̰͝p̷̱͝ű̷͜l̷̜̾l̷̥̿ẻ̵̞d̵͔͑ ̶̱͗u̸̜̓p̴̮̏
̶̟̂s̴̙̀a̴̧̐w̷̫̚ ̸͍̿n̸̠̉o̶̤̚ ̵̺̃o̶̭͘ń̴̹e̸̫̍ ̶̱̈t̵̬̆h̶̬̾e̷͍̋r̶̮͒e̴͉͊
̶̳̀p̸̪̍ú̷̱ḻ̵̅l̶̘̾e̷͍͝d̷̻̈́ ̸̺̌ṷ̸̚p̸̢̈́
̵͚̿p̸̥͗u̶͉̅l̶̮̔ļ̴͊e̷̡͝d̶̝̈ ̸̞̓ù̸͜p̵̤͂
̷͕̍ș̵̀à̸̫w̸̠̾ ̸̦̀ñ̷͜õ̷̝ ̷̼̅õ̵͕n̵͓͛é̸̫ ̵̣́t̸͖̍ḥ̷͒ȩ̴͋r̵̹͂ȩ̴͛
̶̠̇p̷̬̈́ù̶̺l̴͜͠l̵̦̊e̴̜͠d̴̨͋ ̵͈̈́ǘ̸͉p̵̭̌
̴͓̚p̶̡̆ṵ̵͛l̴͆͜l̴̫̋e̶̩͘d̸̰͐ ̴͖͂u̷͓̾p̶̦̂
̶̤̽š̷͍ḁ̶̃w̴̢̉ ̵̩̔n̸͈̑o̴̤̓ ̸̲̾ơ̶̰n̷̐͜e̸̢͂ ̵͖̑ẗ̵̜́h̸̩̿e̷͙̒r̶̼̔ẹ̷̍
̷̟̉p̶̡͗ǘ̷̻l̸̤̐l̵͉͑e̵̻̾d̴̨͊ ̶̜͑u̸̲͑p̵̬̕
̸͎̾p̶̪͗u̶̼͌l̸͚̚l̵̢̀e̷̟̐d̷̯̿ ̵͖̔u̴͙̇p̶͇̐
̵̨͐s̸̫̈́a̴̠̽ẉ̵̕ ̸͖̋n̶̙͝ò̷͇ ̷̮͝ó̶̜n̸̲͊e̶̫̅ ̶͚̏t̶̟̆ḣ̵͍ẹ̵͛r̸̠͝ě̶̞
̶̮̃p̸̳̿u̸̪̽l̵͚̀ļ̴̈́e̷͎̿d̴̩̊ ̴͓̾u̸̠͌p̵̧̐
̵̱̀ṕ̷̦u̶͔̓l̵̼͛l̴̨̓e̵̙͝d̵̖͐ ̴̻͝ȕ̵̟p̵̧̊
̸̙̀s̶̹̕a̶͇͋w̵̢̚ ̶̣͑ǹ̶̞o̵̦̿ ̵̗͐o̴̻͂ṉ̶͑ë̴̲́
̸͇̋h̸̜̀o̵͎͘w̶̳̉ ̵͉͊a̷͎͒r̵͇̄e̶̜̽ ̶̩͗y̸̖̏ŏ̷̱ü̸̥?̶̼̋
̴̠͂p̵̯͆ù̸̺l̶̲̊l̸͓̃ḛ̵̋d̸̙̅ ̶̞̊u̵̖̔p̴͎͂
̶̺͘p̴̛̖u̴̪̔ļ̴̂l̶͍͑e̴̟̚d̴̮̓ ̸̘̾ụ̵̀p̶̜͝
̸̨̔ŝ̵̖a̵͈͘w̸̫̾ ̵̎ͅn̴͕̕o̸̞͠ ̷̘͛o̷͘͜n̴̳͆ĕ̸̩ ̶̞̐t̷̫͝h̷͍͛é̴̮r̵̘͂ě̶̮
̸̩͑p̶̪̌ǔ̷̠l̷̪͘l̴̠̽e̷̳̕d̴̪͝ ̷̤̓ü̸͖p̷͓̿
̴͓̌ṕ̷͖u̵̝͝l̷̨̒l̷̚ͅȩ̴̐ḓ̵͂ ̸͚̍u̷̞̕p̸̞̈
̸̟̚s̷̤͆ȧ̵͍w̶͓͝ ̴͚͆n̶͇̔o̵̳̊ ̷̢͋õ̸͎ǹ̸̙ȩ̵͠ ̷̞͒t̶͖̕h̵̜͋è̷͍r̷̭̈e̴̤͗
̸̬̓p̶̔ͅṵ̶͝l̴̥̈́l̵͖̅e̴̻̐d̴͖̔ ̶̼̅ú̵̜p̵̨̀
̵̜͐p̸̡͆u̷̺͗l̷͎̐l̷̼̎é̷̯ď̸͔ ̸̜̓ṷ̷̓p̸̥̑
̶̡͛s̵̗̏ă̸̲w̴̠̍ ̸̝͝ṋ̷̛o̵̘̍ ̸̫̂o̸͈̅ñ̴͓e̸͙͒ ̶̮̄t̴͔̀h̴̹̒e̷̟͊r̷̪̈e̴̫̐
̸̨͝p̸̠̾ů̶̥l̶̝̒l̴̫̚e̷͖̎d̴͙͑ ̴͕͝ų̶͗p̵̞͋
̴͙́p̶͔͊ṳ̷͌ľ̷̻l̷̤͋ẻ̶͇d̵̛͇ ̷̹̌u̵̦͐p̴̜̽
̴̹̋s̵̪̈́a̸̡͝w̵̦̓ ̷̛͚n̵̝̽o̸̡͛ ̴̰̆ō̷̥n̷͎͝e̸̮̅ ̶̨̂t̴̓͜h̴̤̃è̵͔r̴̟͋ȇ̶͎
̸̘̌p̶̠͒ȗ̴̻l̴̞̏ḻ̸͗ẽ̵̠d̴̠̄ ̴̥͒u̵̗͝p̷͎͋
̵͝ͅp̵̻͌ū̵̱l̵̻̽l̸͂ͅe̷̩͝d̴̰͆ ̵̗̈́û̷ͅp̴̦̒
̵̥͒s̴̻̑a̵̢̾w̷̟̿ ̵̳̈́ṇ̶̑o̶̮͝ ̶̰̀ǫ̶͛n̶̩̓e̶̦͗
̵͔͝p̵̱̄ṳ̴̉l̵͙̉l̷̛͚e̸̯̅d̴͕͝ ̷̱͠u̶̬͘p̶̤̑
̸̡͒p̴̳̀ụ̷̒l̸̞̃l̷̼͋e̷̳̓d̴͒͜ ̴͉̈́ű̵͉ṗ̸̡
̷͔́s̴̱͛ą̵͝w̷̯̎ ̴̜̈́n̶̮̐o̶̮̓ ̵̝̐o̸̜̎n̸̿ͅe̶̗͠ ̷̞͛t̵͚̑h̷̲͑ẽ̵͈r̵̛͙e̵̘͊
̵̳͐p̴͓͒u̸̞̚l̸̰͛l̸̲̀ȅ̶͙d̸̰̓ ̴̻͌u̸̝̚p̸̳̊
̴̩̾p̴̦̓ù̷̺l̴͔͂l̴̥̋ê̴̝d̶͇̒ ̶̤̐u̸̜̽p̵͕̈́
̶̪̌s̴̰͐a̶̙̽w̶͉͘ ̴̤͑n̵͙̑o̸͎̓ ̸̼̑o̴̗͋n̶͉͝ẽ̶͙ ̶̡̉t̷̤̊h̶͓͠e̶͖̽r̵̘̓e̵̦͒
̷̘̀p̷̩̔u̸̫͛ļ̷̈́l̴̩̾e̶̿͜d̷͉̾ ̷̗̌u̷̬̍p̷̘̉
̷̜̾p̴̭̍ư̴̼l̶̙̈́l̵̤̀e̶͓͝d̵͍̋ ̴̭̉ṳ̸͆p̵̧̛
̷̪́s̸̫̎a̸͙̔w̶̠͊ ̸̫̀n̶̘̂ö̷̞ ̶̪͐o̴̢̒n̴̻̆é̴̝ ̷̻͂t̸̼̕h̶̪̋e̸̫̋r̴̻̃e̵͍͐
̸̞͒p̷̧͗ǘ̵͉l̵̛̬l̴̪̊e̷͓̅ḍ̶͒ ̶̣̒u̴͔̒p̸̭̋
̵͍͑ṕ̵͚u̶͓̾l̷͖̔l̸̥̈ẻ̶̤d̸̹͊ ̸̨̈u̸͎͝ṕ̷̜
̶̛͔s̷̖̃a̸̰̿w̴̯͑ ̴̳̈n̶̯͘ö̵̘ ̴̳́o̶̺͑n̷̳͊e̶̩̐ ̵̪͒t̴͕̊h̸̯̏e̶̠͐r̵̈ͅě̴͎
̷͎͠p̷̛̠ü̶̫l̴͔̈́l̵̕͜ë̵͖d̶̨͊ ̸̫̈́u̶̳̒p̵͚͘
̷̭̈́p̶̘̓u̶͈͌l̶̯͘l̷̍ͅë̶̦d̵̛̲ ̴̲̽u̴͍͑p̸̝̈
̷̪͛s̵̲͗ǎ̵̡w̵̨̓ ̵͕̆n̵̦̂o̵̭͘ ̴͚̕o̴͓̿ṇ̶̃e̵̛̻
̶̟͊p̷̘̊u̸̓͜ḽ̴͛l̴͔̏e̶̝̽d̷̖̄ ̶̙̈́u̵̝̽p̴̭͝
̴͍͑p̴̜̌ṷ̴̀l̸̡̃l̸̼̕ḛ̷̆d̵̠̀ ̴̤̉u̸͕̓p̵͉̈́
̷̠́s̵̈͜ạ̷͘w̶̦̏ ̷̝̍n̶̫͐ǒ̷͇ ̴̡͐o̴͚̚n̷̗̄e̸̟̎ ̵̞̉t̷̬̓ḧ̵̰́e̷͍̓r̷̭͌e̷̛̘
̷͚̍p̶̪͐u̸͈͑l̶͔̍l̴̞̓ē̵̢d̴̺̾ ̴̱̔ŭ̵̫ṗ̴̡
̷̝̓p̶̢͐ų̸̂l̵̾͜l̴̨̑e̶̢͂d̴̬̊ ̶̺͋ȕ̵͙p̴̪͘
̵̘̾s̵̹̒ȁ̵͍w̷̝͗ ̶̫̓n̷̖͠o̸͎͒ ̶̗͌ò̸̤n̸̫͋e̸̩̾ ̷̼̒t̵̨̊h̷͎͒e̸̟̔r̴̮̽ẽ̴̞
̵̤̉p̶͓͘u̵̼͠l̸̪̀l̴̝̀e̵̠̐d̴͉̕ ̸̰͒u̶̝͂p̴̳̒
̵͖̽ṗ̵̖ủ̵͈l̶̯̽l̶͚̀e̶̋ͅd̸̨̐ ̵̺́ū̷̲p̶̙͝
̵̲͗s̸̳͑a̵̘̽w̸͛ͅ ̷͔̆n̷̹͐o̶̭̅ ̸̳͂o̶͙̕n̵̤͗e̷͈͊ ̴̗̿t̶͉͊ẖ̵̽ë̴̟́r̸̺̂e̸͝ͅ
̶̭̚p̶̛̥u̸͍̐l̴̝̔l̶̳̂e̸͔͝ď̸͙ ̴̢̓u̸̟͐p̸̼̉
̸̱͛ṕ̴͍u̴̘̐ḻ̶͂l̷͉̇e̸̠̒ḍ̵̕ ̷̗͐ṵ̸̉p̴͎͆
̸̨̔s̷̛̥a̵̖̕w̸͖̾ ̶͖͊ṉ̴͝o̷̪̅ ̸͔͝ó̷̡n̶͚͠ë̸̲́ ̴̣͗t̷̡͂h̷̗̔e̸̞̓r̶̲̀e̵͊ͅ
̸̦̈́p̵͕̃ụ̵̆l̶̤̂ḷ̵́e̶͍̾d̸͚͒ ̶̫̌u̸̬̇p̸̞̿
̴̫̑p̵̺͆u̶̗͊l̵͛͜ḻ̶͐e̷̹̚d̸͕͠ ̷̨͝ṷ̷̄p̸̳̏
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