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ye ali - visuals lyrics

(verse)
i wake up and see the realest of n-gg- visions
b-tches with fat -sses, and a-cups with no makeup
why is it always the fake f-cks that got they cake up?
real n-gg-s still waitin’ for they break, bruh
it was april, and i was thinking about may bucks
tryna figure out how i’ma cop that maybach
but you still gotta pay for the chauffeur
you still need diamond grills, and more fur
you still need to be able to throw a stack at yo main b-tch and be like ‘hoe splurge’
on couture
oh word?
n-gg-s chasin’ that yeezy level, but
we achieving that deity level
that, that, that encyclopedia level
that, you could break it down to me and i’ma still dig you without even needin’ no shovel, level
give me medium treble and a rolley with a premium bezzle
please, that syrup in her cup ain’t aunt jemima
she wouldn’t suck me up, just gave me straight v-g-n-
iain even know you hoes still existed
girl my d-ck clean
get this pole a licking of your own conviction
i am embolden b-tches with the coldest scripture
that’s corrosive pimpin’, ?
she reached in her bag and pulled out four mollies
and her shoes was cavalli’s

(verse: ye ali)
flow’s godly, i’m bein’ modest
if i had one wish, i’d bring back big poppa
i’m gucci down to the socks, bro
my music’s like heavy metal and opera
world on my shoulders, i’m bout to shot put
who know where we goin’, i’m not the driva
they say god got a master plan
well i need a f-cking crib that got a master bath
and a bachelor pad
and a launching pad
i called destiny, but she ain’t call me back
i really wish i was still a kid
i had one hobby, now that’s my job and sh-t
but i’m not complainin’
i’m on this airplane
i think we goin’ to thailand
get clothes and you’re invited
to a place where everything
is so enjoyable
the bullsh-t stops here
baby, where you goin’?

- ye ali lyrics

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