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yrs limitz - what do you want? lyrics

[intro: yrs limitz, ant chamberlain & girl]
ant chamberlain, that’s a hundred points
hey
hey
so, what you doin’ today?
um, you know, just with the girls. i’m busy, though
okay. um, you tryna chill tomorrow?
mmm, i guess. but only if we go to the mall…
i’m a rock star

[chorus: yrs limitz]
what do you want from me? (what do you want?)
i give you the money, you run from me (she wanna run, oh)
i wanna talk, then you wanna leave
where i’m at, that’s where you wanna be (yeah)
i’m goin’ right to the top and i’m never gon’ stop (yeah)
explorin’ my sound, i got it on lock (oh)
i’m smokin’ that gas and i’m up the wall
i feel like i’m jordan the way i ball
what do you want from me? (what do you want?)
i give you the money, you run from me (she wanna run, oh)
i wanna talk, then you wanna leave
where i’m at, that’s where you wanna be (yeah)

[verse 1: maqel & yrs limitz]
swervin’ the coupe, i’ma skirt
watch for the curb
speak on the gang, you will get murked (yeah)
she saw the money and turned to a flirt
she got to climbin’, her feelings got hurt (yeah, yeah)
i thought i told you, “don’t love me,” i’m a rock star, lil’ b+tch (yeah, a rock star)
up to the top, left the lights on, and cop car the lil’ b+tch (yeah, like a cop car)
i’m in a nice car and that b+tch go vroom (vroom)
she wanna get in, but there’s no room (room)
all of this money, no i can’t groom (i can’t groom)
and i know they plottin’, so i can’t snooze ( i can’t snooze)
i walk in, they know who it is
i water my wrist
i love the way she in love with my drip
don’t call her my b+tch (aye)
throw that at my b+tch (aye)
i got another one comin’ again
the way that she look at my wrist (yuh)
the way that she look at the fit (the way that she look at the fit)
i know that she wants some of this (i know that she want some of this)
but she ain’t gon’ get none of it (she ain’t gon’ get none of it)
[chorus: yrs limitz]
what do you want from me? (what do you want?)
i give you the money, you run from me (she wanna run, oh)
i wanna talk, then you wanna leave
where i’m at, that’s where you wanna be (yeah)
i’m goin’ right to the top and i’m never gon’ stop (yeah)
explorin’ my sound, i got it on lock (oh)
i’m smokin’ that gas and i’m up the wall
i feel like i’m jordan the way i ball

[verse 2: yrs limitz]
she told me, “wait, wait, wait, limitz, what the f+ck you talkin’ ’bout?”
“you don’t wan’ be with me?” h+ll nah ’cause you really love to run your mouth
yeah, look at your wrist, yeah, that’s a drought
got two bad b+tches up in my house
put three jolly ranchers up in my drink
i feel so heavy up on the couch
insane, it’s crv, yeah, this coupe is gts
be my m’s sport pad, i don’t wanna thanos
and if you wanna talk to me, then you better get in line (yeah, get in line now)
and there’s no guarantee you’ll see me, so you’ll probably waste your time (yeah, get in line now)

[verse 3: maqel]
i got a check up my sleeve
but, shawty, she f+ckin’ the team
and if she thinks she f+ckin’ with me
i told her, “lil’ b+tch, in your dreams”
if i hit it once, i’ma leave
i cannot f+ck her for free
all of these diamonds on me
she like the way that it freeze
lil’ n+gga, move back off me, yuh
i got shots, i got juice all on me, yuh
it is what it is, yeah, i just got bin bagged
you will never get that from me, yuh
like what are you gon’ do, aye
if you text me, you gon’ lose, aye
and if you had a doubt, this n+gga be now
then i think that we all do, yeah
now what’s up? huh (now what’s up? yuh, what’s up?)
i can never stop until it’s all done, aye (until it’s all done, yuh, yuh, yuh)
goin’ crazy with this sh+t, i think i’m all won, yuh, yuh (all won, yuh, yuh, yuh)
everyday i put in work, i’ll never stop, nah, nah, nah (i’ll never stop, no)
[chorus: yrs limitz]
what do you want from me? (what do you want?)
i give you the money, you run from me (she wanna run, oh)
i wanna talk, then you wanna leave
where i’m at, that’s where you wanna be (yeah)
i’m goin’ right to the top and i’m never gon’ stop (yeah)
explorin’ my sound, i got it on lock (oh)
i’m smokin’ that gas and i’m up the wall
i feel like i’m jordan the way i ball

[outro: yrs limitz]
whoa+oh+oh

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