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ill leet - vibe lyrics

[intro]
yah
ill leet, ah

[chorus: ill leet]
i be so high
i touch the sky
i don’t even walk in this bih, i just fly
i don’t even talk in this bih, i just vibe
don’t need a clock in this bih for the time
i feel like a skater, i’m on the grind
oh, you a hater? it’ll be fine
i had to slay her, that biddy fine
i had to save her, that bih a dime

[verse 1: ill leet]
i’m rockin’ jimmy, achoo
my drip is sick n#gga i got the flu
i feel like bishop, b#tch i got the juice
this is a stickup, b#tch i need the blue
yeah, i need the loot, hop in the booth
these n#ggas scared ’cause they know we the truth
this deeper than rap, this deeper than you
that money talkin’, it speak for the youth
i keep a tool, i keep a rod
you actin’ fishy, shoot through yo facade
bih after that, i’ma leave you to god
ripely b#tch, you can believe it or not
yeah, f#ck what you thought, f#ck what you heard
i keep that fye, get smoked like an herb
my n#ggas step if i give them the word
f#ck around take yo last breath on the curb
just look in the sky, i’m fly as a bird
bih i be geeked, i’m high as a nerd’s
sock, pass me the aux
if i’m at a cookout, pass me the ox#
tails, checks in the mail
name hold weight like a motherf#ckin’ scale
house got a gate like a motherf#ckin’ jail
these n#ggas fake like a motherf#ckin’ tale
but your girl gave me head
tell me how i had her in the bed, ayy
tell me how she ride me like a sled, ayy
tell me how she told me what you said, ha
i don’t even care ’bout what you said
i’m just tryna stack me up some bread
oh wait, hold up, almost forgot
and she also told me i’m the best, ha

[pre#chorus]
hot as the sun, colder than ice
i’m havin’ fun, the time of my life
n#gga i won, you lost the fight
i brought a gun, you brought a knife
i ain’t the one, better think twice
b#tch i ain’t dumb, i’m tryna be nice
came from the slums and rollin’ the dice
ain’t lookin’ back, i think i know why, cause

[chorus: ill leet]
i be so high
i touch the sky
i don’t even walk in this bih, i just fly
i don’t even talk in this bih, i just vibe
don’t need a clock in this bih for the time
i feel like a skater, i’m on the grind
oh, you a hater? it’ll be fine
i had to slay her, that biddy fine
i had to save her, that bih a dime

[verse 2: ¥n young jay]
n#ggas don’t live, they ’bout to die
i’m ’bout to catch ‘er, she in the rye
i only like when my b#tches is bi
when we get caught up, she tellin’ them lies
n#gga don’t try me, i’m not the guy
you gon’ ask how am i making you fly
you gon’ ask how am i making you cry
you gon’ ask how am i making you die
what are the standards? can i get through?
why n#ggas hate when they better than you?
why do it hurt when i tell you the truth?
n#ggas is sick, jimmy choo with the flu
i got the flavor, i got the juice
i got the sauce, lost in the glue
where is the money? the payment is due
i cannot wait ’til vv’s on my tooth
’cause i do not walk in this bih, i just vibe
you better not cross me ’cause you can get fried
ruga my shooter, the first one to slide
creep through yo house, i’m feelin’ like sly
feel like a robber, feel like a spy
b#tch i’m professional, fix up the tie
n#ggas be hatin’, i’m askin’ them “why?”
it do not matter, ’cause they bout to die

- ill leet lyrics

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