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myles - yacht lyrics

yeah, i just copped margiela’s on that yacht (yacht)
i’m rocking designer, spent hunnid’ on that za
i stay with that glock tucked, you try me you get popped
i ain’t with no other b+tch, but i’ll still f+ck yo thot

yeah i’m still getting them bands (them bands)
just cause i can
imma step in this b+tch with my new vans
i sip on that syrup, b+tch i can’t stand
hop in the whip, in that skirt
ima run through the streets till the sun come again (yeah, again)
i step in this sh+t in my timbs, yeah nothin’
they tell me i need a hand
imma do it myself i’m the man (i’m the man, b+tch)
cocaine on her face, that’s fine
imma still f+ck on that thot, she give me that sh+t yeah she mine (yeah she mine)

yeah, i told that b+tch to buckle down
yeah, she was fine
i hop out of bed, i hop on that jet, yeah b+tch, yeah, where i’m flying?
i just landed at your b+tches crib, aw, why you crying?
i won’t f+ck her but if you keep runnin’ yo b+tch ass mouth, then i just might

yeah
i might f+ck your hoe, yeah, like tonight
yeah, freak hoe wanna f+ck, huh yeah, like two times
i don’t wanna go, huh, i don’t wanna fight
told my brother pass the rock, we getting as high as a kite
i don’t give a f+ck what you say
you living your life like a lame
these percs got me high as a crane
high as a crane, high as a plane
hop on that plane, hop on that jane (uh huh)
pass me the jay, yeah, go insane
b+tch you a pain, big racks my pockets in pain yeah, huh

- myles lyrics

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