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veeze - boat interlude lyrics

[intro: lil yachty]
look, ayy

[verse 1: lil yachty]
i got love for all my n+ggas locked, so, f+ck the cops
spent a hunnid plus on two lawyers, so, do the math
i was getting necked up, like a teen giraffe
she didn’t believe my monthly bills til’ she seen the staff
my dog hoodie he got online spelled the wraith like raf
all of my chains white gold, like i’m second place
i don’t trust this b+tch, i had her meet me at my second place
i came already, she went back down for a second taste
all of my doggies stacking m’s
put a b+tch on timbs
my youngest b+tch can’t hold water, she a southsidе gem
i’m rich as h+ll, don’t hang wit shrimps, i’m a hipster, a wholе pimp
i’m geekin’, can’t feel both my feet forced to walk with a limp

[verse 2: veeze]
i’m mixing hi+tech with the purple, even yellow tuss’
i know she gone love me the same if we don’t talk for a month
this sh+t from hutch, i went to icebox just to clean it up
they talking crazy, do it twice so they don’t think that it’s luck
my money different colors, rainbow, i think that it’s sus
i’m smoking in the bubble bath, i think i’m rev run
so many different hoes on me, i think i’m a sponge
my momma think she made me great, i think its the drug
i used to think the greatest thing to be was a thug, now i run an operation, i toast drinks wit the plug
bro got murder on his mind, all he think about is blood
be careful how you look my way, boy its demon amongst
i can take her to balenci’, put cc on her pumps
give you all the bags you want, but, with the kilos, no front
made a b+tch get on her knees, look at me when she suck
eyes low like i’m chinese, i should be with chris tucker
that n+gga don’t want smoke, he second hand puffin’
i get a n+gga wacked, just one hand gesture
cut up a goyard bag just to make a hat bucket
i hide the old ass cash in a louis hard luggage
i got her full of [?], sit her in a sp+ce shuttle
i pour the lean so dark it’s like a little haitian n+gga
been trapping since a baby, never needed a babysitter
but i cry like a baby i don’t get my way
why wouldn’t boat be right here with me? b+tch i’m wavy gang
i’m in the same crew as bun b, b+tch i’m an underground king
b+tch i’m so solid, cut my wrist and you gone see conc—
b+tch im so solid, cut my wrist and you gone see concrete

- veeze lyrics

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