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yeat - told em lyrics

[chorus: yeat]
(yeah, ooh+ah) (aye cgm, where you at bro?)
yeah, don’t understand that, why she ask me? (aah)
i been goin’ number one trending at the latest, yeah
i made that b+tch turn crazy, like that b+tch done got the rabies
yeah, i told her only eat me up, yeah, ion’ want no babies (oh, yeah, yeah)
every mornin’, i take eight beans (eight pills)
every time i’m in this coupe, it scream
pull up, elon forgis on the jeep, these b+tches gleam (skrr) (aah+aah, aah)

[verse: yeat]
the reason why they hate me probably ’cause they can’t be me (woah, yeah, woah)
cause all my brothers rich, and have they brothers on a tee (yeah, hoe, yeah, go)
yeah, they can’t get like me, i stay uniquely (yeah, hoe, yeah, go) (yeah)
yeah, boy, you really broke, can’t get no freebie (yeah, woah, yeah, wow)
no motherf+ckin’ rat, but i always be where the h+ll the cheese be (yeah, wow)
wow, that’s my dawg (it is), yeah
how, i’m gon’ figure out? (figure it out)
yeah, made it out (made it out), yeah, i don’t know how (i don’t know how), turn up
back in the day, i used to sell coke, yeah (back in, yeah)
back in the day, i was at an all+time low (low)
look at they face, i gave my classmates hopes
they say they ain’t mad, ’til i— (yeah), f+cked they hoe (yeah, go)
yeah, they say they was happy, ’til i turned into a joke (aah)
i been talkin’ bout real sh+t (real), that’s how this goes (that’s how that go)
this a beat, to my twizzy and my bros, yeah (yeah, to my brothers)
twizzy richer than the opps and still want smoke (phew, phew, phew) (nah, that not how it go)
[verse: septembersrich]
in this coupe, it’s red on red (red)
edd, this hit for fifty, i ain’t left the bed (on god)
big money make a big ol’ spread (why they hatin’ me?)
b+tch, that can’t be me (on god)
in this big ass tonka truck, that trackhawk jeep, there’s diamonds on my t++th
f+ck yo’ b+tch for free, yeah, your b+tch a freak (b+tch a freak)
i ain’t pay no lease, all y’all b+tches cheap (cheap)
don’t make me call the gang, call the f+ckin’ fleet (bop, bop, bop)
call my arab, yeah, my boy baljeet
b+tch just ate me like some crab, made her brush her t++th (what?)
and she got a ass, make her freak the sheets (ack)
half of y’all gon’ crash, if y’all be like me

[outro: yeat]
(woah, yeah, woah)
(yeah, hoe, yeah, go)
(yeah, hoe, yeah, go)
(yeah, woah, yeah, wow)
(yeah, wow)

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