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rotorial – yes indeed كلمات اغاني

part i

[verse 1: juice wrld]
run up on me then you catchin’ a funeral
i scratch it off write it in roman numerals
i f_cked that b_tch in the back and i swear that i never loved her i just want to hit her
i f_cked that b_tch now i’m hitting her sister
run up on me you get spin like a twister
told you before i don’t f_ck with these n_ggas
i got my hand on on my hand on my trigger
i’ma go get ’em, she on my d_ck hoppin’, i’m callin’ her tigger
i tell her, “go figure”
she suck through the tommy’s, i’m talkin’ hilfiger
tommy on me, i ain’t talking hilfiger
that b_tch a gun
run up on me, i got heat like the sun
count up to two ‘causе i am not the one, uh
bettеr locked up, akon
all my other n_ggas they gone
r.i.p. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
that’s just how it is
i’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that sh_t
i hit yo b_tch just like a l!ck
i’m with the sh_ts, i pass the ‘roc
ain’t no assist, b_tch on my c_ck
run up on me then you get shot
i feel like bishop, i got the juice, back when the cut, callin’ it pac, yuh
i’m in the cut with the nina
i’m wettin’ it up like this sh_t aquafina
you run up on me then i’m servin’ ’em bullets like tennis b_lls
n_gga ain’t talkin’ serena
all of my n_ggas get money for real
i do money for shows, i cash out on arenas
i take yo’ b_tch, f_ck her
send to the cleaners
run up on me then i’m k!llin’
i swear that my hand on my nina
don’t want no smoke
all of these n_ggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
run up on me like a.. like a facebook post, lil’ n_gga, you poked, uh
[bridge: juice wrld & future]
i’m a rich n_gga, you broke, uh
must be a pimp, you a ho, yah
run up on me, let’s go
bah, bah, bah, hop on ghosts (wheezy outta here)

[verse 2: juice wrld]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m finna catch myself, yeah, uh
breathe in and out, uh, i had to catch my breath, yuh
now i’ma spaz on they ass
i leave ’em leakin’ on maxi pads
hotter than a n_gga in new york with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
run up on a n_gga, that chopper blast
told you i cannot do battle rap
f_ck ass n_gga tryna battle, that sh_t k!ll
shaquille, rim rattle that
n_ggas, they snitch, they tattle that
send that sh_t back, d_mn
you must be dope, b_tch, i’m crack, yuh

[verse 3: drake]
the dash, it’s digi’, the schedule busy
my head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
my cousins are crazy, my cousins like boogie
life is amazin’, it is what it should be
been here for ten but i feel like a rookie
i tell her, “look up” ’cause it’s snowin’ in tootsie’s
booked for three years, man, you can’t even book me
it’s me and lil baby, this sh_t goin’ crazy
wheezy produced it and weezy f. made me
and she held it down, so she got a mercedes
young money records, the army, the navy
they ran me ten thousand, i threw it like brady
the foreign is yellow like tracee and k.d
i trusted my n_ggas, they never betrayed me
met all these n_ggas, they sweeter than sadie
when i started out, i just took what they gave me
did all the favors, they never repaid me
it worked in my favor, ’cause n0body saved me
[chorus: lil baby]
brand new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”

[verse 4: lil baby]
cartier glasses, i won’t even peek at you
yellow ferrari like pikachu
i got ’em waitin’ and watchin’ what he gon’ do
tryna peep what i do, tryna steal my moves
25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
the same price, i could make them youngins come and finish you
lawyer been chargin’, he a jewish like he voodoo
real dope boy, hundred thousand in evisu
presidential tints slide by, we don’t see you
i been gettin’ money, i ain’t worried ’bout what he do
i’m gettin’ money like i’m from the ’80s
me and drake ’bout to drop, man, this sh_t gon’ go crazy
they know i’m the truth, comin’ straight from the bas_m_nt
i’m straight as the street, man i come from the pavement
a million, all hundreds, it make ’em ‘go crazy
wah_wah_wah, b_tch, i’m the baby

[chorus: lil baby]
brand new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”
me and my dawg goin’ all the way
when you livin’ like this, they supposed to hate
brand new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”
me and my dawg goin’ all the way
when you livin’ like this, they supposed to hate
part ii
[intro: xxxtentacion]
yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse: xxxtentacion]
slappin’ on the p_ssy like a battle axe, uh
got a bigger ass than a cadillac, uh
n_ggas bout to drip, they got cataract
f_cked a baby momma on a muhf_ckin’ yoga mat, uh
hunnid phone, hunnid phone, backpack
laughing at these n_ggas like i’m muhf_ckin’ flapjack, uh
i don’t f_cking gamble, f_ck blackjack
school of rockin’ n_ggas like i’m muhf_ckin’ jack black
okay, i’m turnt
at the party, f_ck ’round, p_ssy boy, and you get burnt
actin’ up, you actin’ buff, you f_ck ’round, you get murked
these n_ggas b_tches, mm, i get it
sauce, b_tch, i’m with it, uh, i get it
shots at your fitted, mm, i did it (ayy)
yuh, i did it, yuh, i did it
n_ggas askin’ where i get my drip at
told a n_gga throw a backpack, n_gga, back_back, hmm
asking for the money, where your racks at?
if you ain’t my brother, told a f_ck n_gga “hush that”, uh
cartier, cartier, throwing shade, uh
asian b_tch really like to crochet, uh
and my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
came to the crib off of kool_aid, ayy!

[spoken outro: xxxtentacion]

- rotorial

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