a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

yeat - 2 kut off lyrics

[intro]
(“this cade, is it actually?)

[chorus]
yeah, b+tch i’m tapped in
b+tch i’m tapped in
b+tch i’m tapped in
b+tch you acting
i ain’t wiping off
i ain’t lying, i bring them racks in
i ain’t trying out (out), i ain’t whitening out (whiten out)
no mtv, but this my crib, come check it out
yeah, i used to live in the bas+m+nt
bought a crib and a couple of [?] too
i went and got me that whip, went and got me a porsche
yeah i got a lot of horses too
yeah, rocking the tee’, tough black tee’
issey miyake the bag, issey miyake the jeans
i don’t give a f+ck what you doin’ right now, you ain’t apart of my team (no)
i don’t give a f+ck what they saying right now, you can get beamed
i don’t give a f+ck what you saying right now, you can meet this beam
i don’t еven know what you saying right now, cause i’m off the bеan (yeah, ectasy)
[verse 1]
i’m on the sauce, yeah every d+mn day got beef with my liver, yeah
that’s my twin, that my twiz’, yeah yeah no kizzurp
yeah, might pour up the tris’, might pour up some wock, you talking about sizzurp?
had to cut my ex b+tch off, like i was using scissors, yeah
and the oxy can’t get nun’ from me, i swear i missed her
and the oxy told me she loved me, i swear i kissed her
i gotta get this lil’ broke ass kid the f+ck out my picture
[?], keep them swishers, sweet
i been off the x, been off the, geek, yeah
i don’t even know to tris’ without the, sleep

[verse 2]
yeah rackets up
they in my ten they falling out
yeah, year ago
i really wasn’t on sh+t, where we at now?
my pockets go, pockets overloaded
everything gold
that b+tch like an [?]
i was sleep walking, i went and spent 10 bands on that fit
money so long, i don’t even think i really can count it
this x just kicked in, this x kicked in
it k!lls me, b+tch for real
twizzy pull up and spend it
when i’m on this ectasy, i love all of my women
stand my self for so long, gotta get let in
connected to my self some way, i’m really so tapped in
[chorus]
yeah, b+tch i’m tapped in
b+tch i’m tapped in
b+tch i’m tapped in
b+tch you acting
i ain’t wiping off
i ain’t lying, i bring them racks in
i ain’t trying out (out), i ain’t whitening out (whiten out)
no mtv, but this my crib, come check it out
yeah, i used to live in the bas+m+nt
bought a crib and a couple of [?] too
i went and got me that whip, went and got me a porsche
yeah i got a lot of horses too
yeah, rocking the tee’, tough black tee’
issey miyake the bag, issey miyake the jeans
i don’t give a f+ck what you doin’ right now, you ain’t apart of my team (no)
i don’t give a f+ck what they saying right now, you can get beamed
i don’t give a f+ck what you saying right now, you can meet this beam

- yeat lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS