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yeat deluxer - type monëy lyrics

[chorus]
.556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
i don’t even f+ck with n0body, what’s the deal?
i’ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
drivin’ in the coupe, i don’t even grab the wheel
swervin’ the muhf+ckin’ madness (skrrt), i already said that sh+t (skrrt)
swervin’ the muhf+ckin’ madness (hol’ on, hol’ on), i already planned that sh+t (b+tch)
i was just swervin’ the muhf+ckin’ tonk’, swervin’ this sh+t right out the muhf+ckin’ bottom
yeah, took this sh+t out on the town, i’ma pop me a perc’, i’m not drinkin’ moscato (hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on)
i’m sippin’ on lean, lean, i’m green, i’m high as a bird, b+tch (phew)
yeah, i’m poppin’ the muhf+ckin’ x (hol’ on), lil’ b+tch, i ain’t no nerd, b+tch (hol’ on, hol’ on)
yeah, hol’ on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, b+tch
yeah, i got snipеrs aimin’ down at your head (bang, bang), yeah, you blurred, b+tch, yеah (bang, bang)
i was swervin’+swervin’+swervin’ the diamond (skrrt), right off the curb, b+tch (luh curb)
yeah, seven+seven+seven, send ’em to heaven, i’m talkin’ to god, b+tch (phew)

[verse]
yeah, you don’t know who we are b+tch (uh+uh, uh+uh)
i got dirty money buried in dirt, type of money, put that boy on a shirt (shirt, shirt)
type of money make the b+tch go berserk, type of money make that b+tch go twerk (uh)
type of money i could ruin your world, and type of money i could take your lil’ girl
this type of money got me runnin’ the world
this type of gun, it ’bout to hit in his bowels
’boutta show them all, but this is not help
roll ’em down and dish ’em out from the barrel
i got mob ties way before all of us
i’m a big star, call the astronomers
got a big car, it gon’ fit all of us
b+tch, you gon’ need a mil’ if you just want a verse
i don’t wanna talk, no, i don’t wanna converse
back in the trap with no sign of a he+rs+
bonnie and clyde, got a glock in her purse, oh, yeah
(oh, yeah, yeah)
we them boys who be poppin’ them tags, b+tch
when that b+tch wanna f+ck, go ‘head
yeah, my glock shoot his shot like a fade
b+tch, we know that you broke, keep tabs on ya
b+tch you trippin’, you off of them tabs
like a snake, b+tch, we hide in the grass
made this sh+t out of muhf+ckin’ lego
made it easy, this sh+t from the ground
i wanna live too, this a jam
and she sit on the beach, she a sh+ll
we ride, we look covered in rags
inside the urus, the b+tch all red (yeah)
bend the b+tch back and i bust on her head (yeah)
one, two, three, four shots leave him dead (he dead)
.556, big bullets to the head
i don’t even f+ck with n0body, what’s the deal? (what’s the deal?)
i’ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
drivin’ in the coupe, i don’t even grab the wheel (woo, woo)
[chorus]
.556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
i don’t even f+ck with n0body, what’s the deal?
i’ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
drivin’ in the coupe, i don’t even grab the wheel
swervin’ the muhf+ckin’ madness (skrrt), i already said that sh+t (skrrt)
swervin’ the muhf+ckin’ madness (hol’ on, hol’ on), i already planned that sh+t (b+tch)
i was just swervin’ the muhf+ckin’ tonk’, swervin’ this sh+t right out the bottom
yeah, took this sh+t out on the town, i’ma pop me a perc’, i’m not drinkin’ moscato (hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on)
i just been sippin’ on lean, lean, i’m green, i’m high as a bird, b+tch (phew)
yeah, i’m poppin’ the muhf+ckin’ x (hol’ on), lil’ b+tch, i ain’t no nerd, b+tch (hol’ on, hol’ on)
yeah, hol’ on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, b+tch
yeah, i got snipers aimin’ down at your head (bang, bang), yeah, you blurred, b+tch, yeah (bang, bang)
i was swervin’+swervin’+swervin’ the diamond (skrrt), right off the curb, b+tch (luh curb)
yeah, seven+seven+seven+seven, send ’em to heaven, i’m talkin’ to god, b+tch (phew)

[outro]
woo, woo (phew, yeah, yeah, yeah)
woo, woo
woo, woo, woo
woo+woo+woo+woo

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