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r8am – back in the yacht club lyrics

back in the yacht club lyrics
[verse 1: r8am]
b+tch i’m rockin’ louis, f+ck balenciaga
put some candy in the sprite, i feel like i’m saga
they ask me why i’m always sippin’, i said i always gotta
we pulled up by the boat like the motha’ f+ckin armanda
i pulled up in a beamer, f+ck that gt+r
b+tch we smokin’ exotic, we don’t smoke no dirty ass cigars
i don’t wear no gold chain, i only keep it by the bar
i shot 6 clips and missed none like i’m an all+star
my jacket had b+tches throwing blood on me
i met this b+tch yesterday and she already throwing ass on me
don’t ever think i’m commando, i always keep a strap on me
i’ll always find yo ass i always got a bright flash on me
flashlight on the ak, sh+t is legendary
all red glock sh+t is lookin’ like a f+ckin’ cherry
and if i can’t pop, i’ll call up the mercenaries
plaid scarf on my face but there ain’t no d+mn burberry
b+tch i’m feelin’ nice
gold cuban chain with a pendant and some ice
i just popped 3 pills and then i poured up some ice
made a b+tch take a fl!ck, she was lookin’ like vice
when i shop at louis, i ain’t lookin’ at the price

[verse 2: lil yachty]
crystal on my wrist, y’all don’t look like this
diamonds in that water look like washin’ dishes (washin’)
bought a flight for two tryna’ f+ck some sisters
hope this b+tch don’t share her address, we got 7 pistols (brr)
came up scammin’ and swipin’, you know we gon’ hit the road (shoot)
b+tch, better act like you know or we gon’ do the most
yeah, might cop a crib in the cove, i’m tired of bein’ seen
my b+tch been high all week, she fell in love with them beans
i crashed the rari’ on the side of the highway, i thought i was lightning mcqueen (skrrt)
yeah, off of that boot nothing i can’t do
i feel like i got me some wings
yeah, aye
maybach suv, i’m on the waiting list
yeah, he had too much drank he on that satan sh+t (slatt)
lord forgive me
tell me who else you know keep that sh+t on standby
my b+tch with all sh+t she act just like left eye
ain’t ever do no grits, i’ma just take from the rich
take big bro out the bricks, got him a house with a stick (brrt)
[verse 3: waymon]
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
they done f+cked to letting us back in the yacht club
me, og, lil boat, ijja
we came to f+ck sh+t up
lets do this (yeah)

me and lil boat yeah we wearing matching tees
got a fat booty b+tch feeding us exotic cheese
ain’t no need to say please that just how it be
hol up i gotta sneeze (acho)
bless me when i rap
fresh up out the trap
rapping with my homies and you know i got their back
i might get the strap
coming when you lack
i dont wanna see you p+ssy boys on my back
hey put you on a shirt
man thats gotta hurt
sippin on some lean while i dig you in the dirt
pull up in my beamer and you know i had to skrrt
buy your b+tch a brand new tiny miny skirt
she rides me like a harley every day and every night
you know that p+ssy tight
she f+cks me oh so right
she makes me cum, she tucks em in, i tell that b+tch goodnight
[verse 4: ijja george]
tell that b+tch goodnight (pause)
triple z’s no x’s anywhere in site
you see me walk into the spot no pieces on my side
my brother got no heart, he’ll lift that chrome n then ignite
f+ck rollin off percs i’m tryna skrt the rolls
f+ck the gucci , f+ck the raf, f+ck anyone you know
bombs away just like hussein we blowin up ya spot
survivin nothin, just like carti make ya breathing stop
me n boat got kicked out the yacht club
but we just hopped back innis b+tch no you can’t stop us
they said tyler created evil till they saw me
but the devil dont wear prada, b+tch i’m clearly in celine

- r8am lyrics

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