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yeat deluxer - shhhh lyrics
[intro]
d_dkanee
hol’ up
[chorus]
bullets make you spread, make you dead, cut yo’ head (hol’ up)
pull up, isis flag, need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
diamonds on my body, watch ’em dance and watch ’em flip (flip, skrrt)
in a frog_eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (skrrt)
i was just swervin’ and divin’ the feds (hol’ up)
couple of pills and the bl!ck in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (dkanee)
cut off your motherf_ckin’ ties, your head, your neck, your motherf_ckin’ back (shh)
said i’m takin’ a break, but i pull up, lil’ b_tch, it’s time to attack
(woo)
we aim for your head, if you gon’ die, you die
chopper this big, yeah
chop up your wig, gon’ chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
i’m in the cullinan, pullin’ that b_tch off the lot, i’m motherf_ckin’ tellin’ ya
couldn’t decide with the benz, and if we not friends, i never could tell ya (what? what? what? what? what?)
i was just swervin’ the lanes in the motherf_ckin’ benz, i never could tell ya (shh, d_dkanee)
i ain’t even f_ck with n0body, i count up my money, i never could feel you (yeah)
yeah, i ran up my money to twenty ms, b_tch, i’m nowhere near you (uh)
yeah, i took this sh_t to outer_sp_ce, b_tch, yeah, i’m nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
yeah, i’m poppin’ the x again, really i’m off of the hoes til’ i feel again (yeah)
for a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
twenty fifty_fifty f_ckin’ seven, yeah, security like the president (f_ckin’ seven)
everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
i really hate everybody, lil’ b_tch, i’m evil, call me f_ckin’ resident (d_dkanee, yeah)
i mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and i had to mix it, lil’ b_tch (luh syrup)
this sh_t like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, b_tch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
i’m rocking a birkin, b_tch, it’s no hermès
yeah, do what i said, it still don’t make sense
i pop a hundred perkies, b_tch, when i land
pull up to j_pan, they copy my trend
i’m f_ckin’ my money, i flew it to france
hol’ up, hol’ up, i told ’em, “do that sh_t again” (yeah)
yeah
[chorus]
pull up, isis flag, need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
diamonds on my body, watch ’em dance and watch ’em flip (flip, skrrt)
in a frog_eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (skrrt)
i was just swervin’ and divin’ the feds (hol’ up)
couple of pills and the bl!ck in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (dkanee)
cut off your motherf_ckin’ ties, your head, your neck, your motherf_ckin’ back (shh)
said i’m takin’ a break, but i pull up, lil’ b_tch, it’s time to attack
(woo)
we aim for your head, if you gon’ die, you die
chopper this big, yeah
chop up your wig, gon’ chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
i’m in the cullinan, pullin’ that b_tch off the lot, i’m motherf_ckin’ tellin’ ya
couldn’t decide with the benz, and if we not friends, i never could tell ya (what? what? what? what? what?)
i was just swervin’ the lanes in the motherf_ckin’ benz, i never could tell ya (shh, d_dkanee)
i ain’t even f_ck with n0body, i count up my money, i never could feel you (yeah)
yeah, i ran up my money to twenty ms, b_tch, i’m nowhere near you (uh)
yeah, i took this sh_t to outer_sp_ce, b_tch, yeah, i’m nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
yeah, i’m poppin’ the x again, really i’m off of the hose til’ i feel again (yeah)
for a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
twenty fifty_fifty f_ckin’ seven, yeah, security like the president (f_ckin’ seven)
everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
i really hate everybody, lil’ b_tch, i’m evil, call me f_ckin’ resident (d_dkanee, yeah)
i mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and i had to mix it, lil’ b_tch (luh syrup)
this sh_t like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, b_tch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
i’m rocking a birkin, b_tch, it’s no hermès
yeah, do what i said, it still don’t make sense
i pop a hundred perkies, b_tch, when i land
pull up to j_pan, they copy my trend
i’m f_ckin’ my money, i flew it to france
hol’ up hol’ up, i told ’em, “do that sh_t again”
[outro]
d_dkanee
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