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yeh yeh yeh - cosantana lyrics

[intro]
(pfft, woo)
(shh, cettiworld, b*tch)
(woo)
(woo)
(woo)

[chorus]
yeah, say he ain’t heard of us
that boy cap, the whole d*mn city know
and you went out sad, heard you went and copped a city ho
i pray this rap sh*t work, ’cause if it don’t gotta go kick a door
yeah, she gon’ call i press decline
she interrupt me pouring four
don’t interrupt my studio tryna bringing in these groupie b*tches
mine stay down, your ho set you up, you f*ck with goofy b*tches
got stupid money, stupid benjis
steal my sound, i’m stupid trendy
call him broke, he get offended
who don’t slide? we really with it

[post*chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
know we outside today
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, n*gga, come to play
slide on his block, better come to spray
get sh*t done, don’t conversate
take his sh*t, that’s confiscate
n*ggas be zesty, they f*cking gay
[verse]
(they f*cking—)
(tssh)
yeah, n*ggas be zesty, they f*cking fruit
kick her out, she get the boot
she blow down just like a flute
she like, “co’, boy, you so rude”
i want top, don’t send me nudes
we can talk if it’s ’bout blues
wake me up, i snooze, i lose
wake me up, i’m too busy on these f*cking drugs
i’m too gone (i’m too gone)
pretty b*tch, tell me that she want me take her home (take her home)
helmut lang, know d*mn well that i’m gon’ put it on (put it on)
turn it off, you get mad that she gon’ play my song (play my song)
go to her crib and she take off her thong
we throwing bullets, lil’ n*gga, go long (yeah)
talk to me crazy, n*gga, watch your tone (yeah)
she wanna slide, girl, what you on? (yeah, yeah)
we outside, not at home (home, home)
shoot his head, we shoot his dome (dome, dome)
told that ho my name garrone
she can’t get my f*cking name (f*cking name)
that’s in*f*cking*sane (in*f*cking*sane)
n*ggas f*cking lame (lame), i’m not for the f*cking games (games)
i’m not for the gimmicks, she gon’ scream when i’m up in it
you f*cked that thot? go to the clinic
n*ggas copy me, they mimic
[chorus]
yeah, say he ain’t heard of us
that boy cap, the whole d*mn city know
and you went out sad, heard you went and copped a city ho
i pray this rap sh*t work, ’cause if it don’t gotta go kick a door
yeah, she gon’ call i press decline
she interrupt me pouring four
don’t interrupt my studio tryna bringing in these groupie b*tches
mine stay down, your ho set you up, you f*ck with goofy b*tches
got stupid money, stupid benjis
steal my sound, i’m stupid trendy
call him broke, he get offended
who don’t slide? we really with it

[outro]
they f*ckin’— (tssh)
man, you sissy (woo)
she get to blowin’ (woo)
just like a flute (woo)
(woo, pfft)
(woo, tssh)
(woo, tssh)

- cosantana lyrics

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