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yeezari - 888 lyrics

[verse 1]
oh, akuna mata
i get so much brain, medulla oblongata
your nose full of sugar johnny, “no papa!”
the beat kicking in, vtec like a honda
starting to feel more numb and harsh, like vodka
but i tend to blow like an uzi without the drama
all about the cheese, call me ronald mcdonald
only time i stay calm is with a lil marijuana
crack a flow, crack a bottle for 50 cents
so addicting, nose sugar, but no m’ms
manage to keep it raw b-tch like i was eminem
plus the mindset i’m in my own lane “i dont f-ck wit them”
lord a pretty motherf-cker girls attached asap
might have to pay for p-ssy via amex
but if the p-ssy so good i dont pay i pray, amen
you gotta figure out how to play, find a game plan
might have to slide in the dm’s like what it do boo?
in your head you know this b-tch probably coo coo
but the only time s-x is good is when she coo coo
just no time for love that cheeks, its all doo doo
oh like what’s that? no buss back, i stay chilling i kick back
you’re probably the whipped type to hold her umbrella
ella, i’m the type to spread her legs like nutella
let me be her head honcho, the don, a gorilla

[chorus]
i was a terror since the public school era
give me 10, hold the mac but r.i.p to miller
flow so smooth it moonwalk, no thriller
i’m so cold, all ice no vanilla
i was the devil since christ was born
but i’m going to heaven so ring the h-rns
i was the devil since christ was born
but i’m going to heaven so ring the h-rns

[verse 2]
trying find a reality for all my dreamings
cos it look like afghan how i stack billions
it’s a different world, got me like drake in my feelings
but in this world i plan to stack all these millions
better step back hoe, dont step on my raf simmons
used my fashion type sh-t as beaters, i’m k!lling
tearing this village, bars like popeye with spinach
feeling like mr. west b-tch i’m in this
p-ssy boy you soft, crack you like a kit-kat
kick back, talking about beef but you ain’t inna that
eating that, more than the meat it’s a fist full
same ratio as a drum mag so be careful
no clout demon, i’m a motherf-cking clout god
facebook statuses got me that round of applause
give me 10 you’ll realise i’m built no flaws
fishing for attention in this rap sh-t, no rod

- yeezari lyrics

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