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yeat - bad bënd / dëmon v1/original version (did wrong) lyrics

[intro]
i call my bih’ like “wassup?” (yeah)
i call my bih’ like “wassup?” (ohh)
what’s the word, what happened, wassup (yeah)
i got my twizz on the way (yeah)

[chorus]
they wan’, they wan’ know (oh)
yeah, i call my demon on my bullet, know my time is up (yeah)
i put pointers in the watch, they still not finding us
yeah, finesse with the bag, i got mob ties, left ya behind, they sit in the dust, uh (yeah)
yeah, i’m on a play with a whole lotta racks, i can do, what a steal (woo, woo)
yeah, been off the x for some months every day, i don’t know how to feel (yeah, i don’t know how to feel)
i gotta tell if the world is real or not (real or not)
i gotta tell if these diamonds s.i or if they real or not, yeah (s.i, s.i)
[verse]
yeah, 3 am i call my demon, told ’em, “i don’t really have a reason” (me)
this b+tch said she in love with me, but i don’t have no feelings
yeah, cause they wanna pick up the cayenne, from the hotel, yeah the double gs (skrr)
yeah, i just be on my slimmer, but i still [?]
yeah, i’m on the x every day, i just boot up (bootup)
i thank god i just boot up (boot up)
so i call up my b+tch like “wassup?”, she wan’ clean up and drink up my nut (what up)
told gang we goin’ up, so i told ’em i’ll ball (told ’em i’ll ball)
yeah, they hit the mosh, and it’s 2k per pound (yeah)
they not living us, no no, baguettes on my wrist and that sh+t so snowy (snowy)
i make milly, i touch mills, i make millions
rock celine, rock dior, rock some vetements (yeah yeah)
everyday i get so high, i’m off the pedigree (brr)
send that [?] off the x, but that include me (yeah)
skinny b+tches steady snorting white, they snorting kreeky (ah)
yeah, but they been off that dogfood, the whitney (dogfood)
some my twizzy really jammin’ up, know they k!llin’
take my og, please don’t test me
if i od, learn your lesson (yeah)
you can tell me bout the wrong, and what ya did, i’m not assuming
uh uh uh, your b+tch around me
yeah i got pockets, please don’t rob me
going to the top, f+ck it all, f+ckin’ crazy, put it all behind me, yeah
percs so slow, go a hunnid, go a hunnid
b+tch i be sucking that thot, still i can’t move off the percs again, like a zombie (yeah)
all of my diamonds bright, no s.i, like a[?]
i don’t wanna end up like that, i don’t wanna be dead, but it is what it is if it’s through (yeah through)
yeah, pull up, she sucking my d+ck, get head every time, feel like the moon
if some of y’all did what i did feel like he would go to the moon
[?] got v8 on it, yeah call up my crew (ahh)
[?] talk about it[?], but they wan’ know
[chorus]
they wan’, they wan’ know
yeah, i call my demon on my bullet, know my time is up
i put pointers in the watch, they still not finding us (yeah)
finesse with the bag, i got mob ties, left ya behind, that sh+t in the dust, uh
yeah, i’m on a play with a whole lotta racks, i can do, what a steal (woo)
yeah, been off the x for some months every day, i don’t know how to feel (i don’t know how to feel)
i gotta tell if the world is real or not (real or not)
i gotta tell if these diamonds s.i or they real or not, yeah

- yeat lyrics

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