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yeat – märching (open verse) lyrics

[intro]
ooh, i’m
oh, oh
i got some, bad fantasies, that’s a bad lifestyle
got some bad money, but i, kept up with this lifestyle
i keep guns on me, keep drugs on me, keep big glock
(i+i+i+i’m working on dying, bnyx)

[chorus]
touch down in london on this private jet (yuh)
i make that music (yeah), make you wanna flex (yuh)
yeah, i bought that buildin’ right next to the ‘vette (yuh)
b+tch, i been so high (yeah), i don’t even touch the ground (yuh, woo)
you can’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around (yeah)
i got money in my pocket, this b+tch got fatter now (fatter now)
heard yo ass fallin’ out, heard yo ass fallin’ down (woah)
huh, they can’t cross me lil’ b+tch, boy i turned it upside down

[verse]
(woo) put money on yo head, put money on yo wig
put money on this whip, this urus go two hundrеd b+tch (skrrt) (ooh)
said i bought the benz, [?] yank on the b+tch (yank on it)
and f+ck what you said, you a lil’ bitty b+tch (lil’ bitty), a lil’ bitty itty+ty b+tch (itty)
i call up thе mob, and the muhf+ckers hit (yeah), i’m talkin’ bout it+it+it
yeah, you couldn’t even level wit’ all of these racks (ooh+yeah), you n0body [?]
i don’t give a f+ck what you said, you a b+tch, the muhf+ckers never re+read it (b+tch)
i told you you never existed, yeah, the muhf+ckin’ err (err)
yankin’ that b+tch off the side, i’m making that b+tch like the drums (buh)
i put on the clip and some drums (ooh, woah), got big b+lls i don’t run (yeah)
i don’t give a f+ck, no fun (yeah), you don’t even got no funds (mh)
lil bitty b+tch got the— err (woo), swervin’ that— err (woo)
i’m on the side wit’ the— err (eh), couldn’t decide by the wh0re (eh)
lil’ p+ssy lil’ b+tch got the homework, i’m in sp+ce, see the whole world (yeah)
jackin’ my style but it ain’t worth it (it ain’t), that sh+t will never work (yeah)
run it again, ’cause that sh+t will never work
[chorus]
touch down in london on this private jet (yuh)
i make that music (yeah), make you wanna flex (yuh)
yeah, i bought that buildin’ right next to the ‘vette (yuh)
b+tch, i been so high (yeah), i don’t even touch the ground (yuh, woo)
you can’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around (yeah)
i got money in my pocket, this b+tch got fatter now (fatter now)
heard yo ass fallin’ out, heard yo ass fallin’ down (woah)
huh, they can’t cross me lil’ b+tch, boy i turned it upside down

[outro]
(woo)
(ooh)
(yank on it)
(yeah, it+it+it)

- yeat lyrics

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