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hyype – feast lyrics

[hook: hyype]

they bought the vino
for the divino
designer down
do business that is illegal
we puffin weed smoke
round table full of people
of much importance
drugs imported
la familia lethal

feast

my n-gg-s eat
my brother
my folk
my peep

slang white from the west to the east
bring the steak bring the fish lets feast

feast

my n-gg-s eat
my brother
my folk
my peep

slang white from the west to the east
bring the steak bring the fish lets feast

[verse 1: lucki eck$]

i ordered patience
waited for it
ups told me they lost the sh-t
lost my f-ckin mind
but found that sh-t all in a box and sh-t
your homies dropping dimes
i heard he playing like chris paul and sh-t
money on my line
trap got no 3 way
so don’t call me b-tch
i’m callin’ it
i think something iffy bout y’all
but it’s enough good bait to get that fishy out y’all
got my bread mixed up
got that jiffy up dog
flexin’ witcho kiddy money
y’all a bunch of disney stars
get my f-ckin’ diddy on
take that sh-t and getty on
it’s that straight pack boy
i don’t smoke no nitty dog
pop 8 xans and smell it all b-tch
i’m that n-gg- hoe
“lucki why you rob ya man?”
sh-t, i don’t remember folks
boy i’m bossy in this b-tch
getting balky in this b-tch
wanna use a metaphor you gotta call me in this b-tch
i just talk what’s in my ring
i’m jim ross up in this b-tch
verse, feature, show or dope boy it be costy in this b-tch
like

[hook: hyype]

[verse 2: ad-mn k!lla]

ad-mn can never save no thot
a d-mn baby and what they want
these b-tches only make me c-m
can not save one, never wife one
i get the guap
and you get none
margelia’s they cost half a ton
i’m witcho b-tch i’m gettin’ stoned
i’m with the guys on foe n’ em
get back
f-ck n-gg- gotta get back
these n-gg-s don’t get sack
i’m wearing and n-gg-s ain’t got that moncler
grown n-gg-s can’t get that
i be with ya b-tch
and ya b-tch with the guys
and them lil boys gon’ get clapped
i would say it two times
but won’t waste my time
dumb n-gg- don’t get that
baby like a d-mn baby how do you go so d-mn crazy
i don’t know but how the f-ck is you so good at the sucking d
what the f-ck you want from me
cuz you not getting sh-t from me
on me i put that sh-t on me
aye
gang gang baby

[hook: hyype]

[verse 3: hyype]

told me if i bought a quarter i could flip to 50 gees
smoke a trey fin in the morning praying for my enemies
told my daddy to look over as i cruise within these streets
i know these p-ssy motherf-ckers tryna be the end of me
boy i wanna masarati with the features all on chrome
feeling like the wolf of all streets speeding switching getting dome
11th realm 11th letter southside raised me that’s my home
you’ve been finessed by finesse shout out lucki that’s my bro
roll with jefes
i’m that ese
much respected round the globe
boy i’m pimpin sellin c and you is looking like a hoe
vintage juvenia up on me insinuates that i glo
b-tch you useless are you stupid this right here’s italian gold
bring the liquor if you want
i’m a meet you in the front
but a n-gg- never front
i’m a light another blunt
i’m a get a little stoned
cuz i got a smoke strong
bought two cell phones to sell them bones
a metric ton secured with guns with n-gg-s holding from my home
want to be a billionaire and smoke good weed all up in rome hoe

- hyype lyrics

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