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drop city yacht club - hey you lyrics

[verse 1: kristo]
yeah, yeah, i know i am, know i am
i’m the motherf+ckin’ man, f+ck your man
you should probably get a plan b
sn+tch your honey, money, it ain’t even funny
in a room full of bonnies i’m an f+1 grand prix
rap where the sand be, cali till i can’t breathe
tryna get the bread, ’bout to run up in the pantry
fresh, i keep the yacht club fancy
vans on my d+mn feet, vans goin’ plan b
banana shorts and [?], homie, i’m k!llin’ that
lookin’ like a young robert redford, tell me how real is that?
rap giant, you a 5’8″ flow
think i can’t pull your chick? look at my face, bro
and you should see the view from our roof
sunset blingin’ like sl!ck rick jewels
kick back, smoke blow with the crew
we too busy goin’ out to give a +uh+ about you

[chorus: sample]
i know i am (i know i am)
fresh as i wanna be (fresh as i wanna be)
i don’t work hard at it (i don’t work hard at it)
it just come naturally (it just come naturally)
i know i am (i know i am)
fresh as i wanna be (fresh as i wanna be)
i don’t work hard at it (i don’t work hard at it)
it just come naturally (it just come naturally, b+tch)

[verse 2: a+wolf]
yeah, yeah, yeah
music is the only thing that gets me through the day
my destiny is calling but the call i’ll never take
i’m lookin’ like a baker with this cake up on my plate
got my apr+n on straight like my head is on fate
it’s what i’m headed for, up, i need a shape
see, bread is all the metaphor that he ain’t really making
i be on my daydream, catchin’ good sleep
see, i wanna count money, man, i’m sick of these sheets
see, victory is sweet, i got an appetite for she
’cause forever seems easy if she will be with me
but she play with my head still, so let’s chill
it’s on the ratio which suits into a tea ’cause she ice cold
you can be fresh but it’s me that is fresher
than a day+old, got us on the pay roll
all i need is a bad b+tch who can hum those a+b+cs
and leave the d where her lungs go pr+nto

[verse 3: thx]
let’s say i’m oh so lazy
the only time i get turnt up is when they pay me
a cut chemist with chemistry, winkin’ at your lady
with a cup of hennessy literally smooth as a baby’s bottom
the k!ller sh+t, you know i got ’em
they heard this version, turned it up like “who’s your ghost rider?”
huh, nah, homie, that’s me
i don’t work hard at it, it just come naturally
california resident, i’m who they follow
so what’s the motto? izzo for president
we at the [?] arena sippin’ jameson
in the sky box, but can you blame it, kids?
dcyc the kings
modellin’ the model life like a wallaby
all finger ring, i’m just doin’ my thing
and i came to lock it up like [?] sing

[outro: all]
hey you
hey you
hey you
okay, cool
okay, cool
that’s great, you

- drop city yacht club lyrics

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