a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lil yachty - b4 da boat lyrics

[part: 1]

[verse 1: lil yachty]

i talk to the 6 when i chill in the 6
i got h-lla’ bricks h-lla’ bands
counting through money so fast
i should breeze like a ceiling fan
i never needed a middle man
i been the plug to the socket
my white b-tch, she love to play crocket
she cook the dope up
hiding the sack in her pocket
i been re sighting the path for the rocket

[hook: jban$]
white hoes playing
white hoes playing
white hoes playing
why you hoes playing croquet?

[part: 2]

[verse: lil yachty]
off top, n-ggas know that i’m the sh-t
gotta’ iced out wrist that could f-ck your baddest b-tch
stacking up doe, switching up swerving on foes
hard top when the rain drop
candy apple red ferrari paint
make these b-tches faint
when i walk past to serve their daddy dank
make them walk the plank on my new yacht
motha’ f-cka’ stupid hoe that’s a b-tch there
i got all of they attention while my wrist glare
talk sl1cker, my stack thicker, my d-ck bigger
what other else reasons do you want baby?
tell me it would be stupid if you didn’t hop in this mercedes
h-lla b-tches on my line, got my main crazy
h-lla’ lean in my cup, got my eyes lazy
i’ve really been on the scene with my n-ggas baby
tryina’ flip it like it’s crack in the late 80’s
got my b-tch getting wetter like a vet navy
i’ve been putting h-lla’ miles on that bim lately
i’ve been stunting h-lla’ hard with my team lately
i’ve been strictly on some counting cash tims lately
stackin’ up for that championship ring baby

[part 3]

[bridge 1: lil yachty]
ain’t worried bout where i go
we ride round’ town with the hoes
we spark up blunts of the gas
and none of us gonna’ p-ss

[hook 1: lil yachty]
rich n-ggas livin’ life
rich n-ggas f-ck your wife
rich n-gga i take chips
now rich n-gga watch me dip

[verse 1: lil yachty]
young rich n-gga i want cash
give a f-ck about a n-gga past
he said he did 10 years for shooting someone
n-gga that ain’t scaring no one
young rich n-gga i want cash
young rich n-gga oh i got the bag
b-tch, it’s young rd and i’m moving fast
i got off the plane and started counting cash
got off the plane with the stacks
this shirt cost 50 that’s a fact
young rich n-gga i just cop it, i don’t look at tags
all you center fold n-ggas ain’t got much to flex

[bridge 2: lil yachty]
ain’t worried bout where i go
we ride round’ town with the hoes
we spark up blunts of the gas
and none of us gonna’ p-ss

[hook 2: lil yachty]
rich n-ggas livin’ life
rich n-ggas f-ck your wife
rich n-gga i take chips
now rich n-gga watch me dip

[verse 2: k$urpreme]
rich n-gga watch me dip
rich n-gga stacking chips
nacho chips, b-tch i get it quick, leave you quick
this right here, its that swaggin’ sh-t
my b-tch right, they’ll sure super bad
me and my n-ggas, yea we stuntin’, n-gga got you running
n-gga got you running like a track meet, i’m a soldier
i’m a soldier only on the top, yea i told ya
n-gga i was ballin’
me and my n-ggas swaggin’, you is sh-t
b-tch you better leave it

[bridge 3: lil yachty]
ain’t worried bout where i go
we ride round’ town with the hoes
we spark up blunts of the gas
and none of us gonna’ p-ss

[hook 3: lil yachty]
rich n-ggas livin’ life
rich n-ggas f-ck your wife
rich n-gga i take chips
now rich n-gga watch me dip

- lil yachty lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS