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blueface & coyote - yea yea lyrics

[intro]
one, two, three, four, five, drive by
six back+players make the party go fly
[?]
blocka
ki+ki, ki+ki

[verse 1: coyote]
without a doubt, i get that work in the drawer
you know it’s blood and blooda
this ain’t no joke, if you run up, you get smoked
or catch a blade and get poked
the streets got no hope
if you scared, pray to the pole (ah)
family fed by the dope
if you ain’t live it, you won’t understand me
banana boat with them packs in miami, i get ’em and go
cartel ties on the low
dea knocked on my door then deported my pop
i wonder who gave ’em the drop
when i find out, he get popped
my youngins gon’ slide
when they do you, you won’t survive
like popeyes we leavin’ ’em fried
don’t play with my bread
if you ain’t heard what i said
then we go off with his head, oh yeah, yeah
[chorus: coyote]
snuck through the back with the yeah+yeah
you know we got packs of the yay+yay
big tits but was better as the yay+yay
you more like “no”, i’m like “yea, yea”
my youngin’ got locked for the yay+yay
bail him out, i got stacks of the yay+yay
new foreign, i’ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah
catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah

[verse 2: blueface & coyote]
blueface, baby (yeah, yeah)
yeah, aight
gotta keep a chopstick in my chop (yeah, yeah)
i just copped a house bigger than the cops in the suburbs
i’m the only n+gga on my block (yeah, yeah)
never leave the house without that yeah, yeah
forty knockin’ off, gucci headbands (ooh)
it’s not regular, baby, these is baguettes, ‘guettes
million dollar views and some moët get her more wet, uh
catch me at the top gettin’ top (ooh)
she know i ain’t sh+t but she still gon’ bop (yeah, yeah)
pull up, drippin’ in the drop (ooh)
reach for my chain and you n+ggas gettin’ popped (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: coyote]
snuck through the back with the yeah+yeah
you know we got packs of the yay+yay
big tits but was better as the yay+yay
you more like “no”, i’m like “yea, yea”
my youngin’ got locked for the yay+yay
bail him out, i got stacks of the yay+yay
new foreign, i’ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah
catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah
[verse 3: coyote]
i’m strapped in this b+tch
peep how i walk like i’m mitch
i already drank me a [?] (ooh)
i hop in the whip
my youngin’ extended the clip (brrr)
i promise my shooters don’t miss
don’t talk to the feds
got blood on my nike cortez, from kickin’ and stompin’ on heads (boom)
that lady look guapa, i ain’t waste my time on no thot
can’t blame her for shootin’ her shot, like “yeah, yeah”
shawty in the bathroom doin’ yay+yay
you want the drama then the homie got the yeah+yeah
in the back you know i got a lot of yay+yay
i know you claim you got the same, homie, yeah, yeah
you like mister me too, part two
whatever i say i have you say you got too
like homie yeah+yeah
so get the f+ck from ’round me
my youngins in this b+tch, please don’t get them rowdy, yeah

- blueface coyote lyrics

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