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yves+svint+mvrc - yaknow lyrics

tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, uh
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, uh
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, uh
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, yea the cloth from sax fifth
and i could never f–k a broke -ss b-tch (yaknow)
mastermind for the cash and you n—-s just be moving to slow
i just do my lil dance on that b—h( yaknow)

i just woke and imm sh-ttin out a hit
then a drop a lil racky on a monday fit
black, tensile skinny pants they rock star tight but i still kick it
and i tried to take my life a couple times but i’m still livin, yea
i need the loud pack just to cope
i been down bad i been broke
feel like rick james off the c-ke
but my og’s told me no
and i’m always with the future like i’m dj esko
made a play for long range but it feel like free throws
don’t drink the promethazine slow
undercover fiend hoe
i ain’t politicking with ya b—h -ss f—-n clique bro
no acknowledgement all that fake sh-t gotta go
ima doctor b—h i’ll give ya a face lift if ya don’t, uhh

tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, uh
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, uh
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, uh
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something, uh
yea the cloth from sax fifth yaknow
and i could never f–k a broke a– b—h
mastermind for the cash and you n—-s just be moving too slow
i just do my lil dance on that b—h yaknow

and i knew i was the man since middle school
and i ain’t never ever try to be cool
oh he so intelligent but why he actin like a fool
i ain’t never gonna do what the f–k no man tell me to
who the f–k are you b—h i’m a god and i’m telling you
made the f—-n rules but them sh-ts ain’t unbreakable
and i always taught my d-mn self, don’t give a f–k bout school
i might think i’m stanzyk in this b—h yea im a f—-n fool
grand daddy og, but im off my f—-n rocker
lil b—h its anarchy 187 to a copper
link cg and vgb then we f—-n with them boppers
when i’m down in lv all my n—-s got pocket rockets
got keep the cdg under the supreme thats just the basics
so that girl she really feeling me her boyfriend rocking asics
thrash too hard in some designer f–k it up and then replace it
and i ain’t even make it still ya b—h get naked, uh

- yvessvintmvrc lyrics

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