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lirik lagu yes indeed (edit remix) – lil baby, tyler, the creator, drake & juice wrld

[intro: tyler, the creator]
i might just add a verse for no reason, f*ck it
ayo

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
i sit in my garden and play stevie wonder
and get foot massages while clancy talk numbers
he threw me some game and i swear i won’t fumble
might cop me a bronco to ride for the summer
marni the trousers, tell risso to holla
the carnival sell out, the stadium dodger
cut off some homies, but taco my brodie
until he score millions, i won’t leave the goalie
pass ’em the mittens, he never betrayed me
the e30 sitting, the lt my daily
the engine is stupid, i drive like a tutor
when i move, it moves, the transmission like luda
ketchup like packets, my new n*gga pretty
your new b*tch is tacky like busta rhymes jackets
want smoke? i can match it, that second*hand action
we exhale you inhale and asthma attack
teeing off, n*ggas nauseous as f*ck
f*ck you thought? b*tch, it’s golf
[chorus: lil baby, tyler, the creator]
brand new whip got no keys (yugh)
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like: “yes, indeed”

[verse 2: lil baby]
cartier glasses, i won’t even peek at you
yellow ferrari like pikachu
i got ’em waitin’ and watchin’ what he gon’ do
tryna peep what i do, tryna steal my moves
25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
the same price, i could make them youngins come and finish you
lawyer been chargin’, he a jewish like he voodoo
real dope boy, hundred thousand in evisu
presidential tints slide by, we don’t see you
i been gettin’ money, i ain’t worried ’bout what he do
i’m gettin’ money like i’m from the ’80s
me and drake ’bout to drop, man, this sh*t gon’ go crazy
they know i’m the truth, comin’ straight from the bas*m*nt
i’m straight as the street, man i come from the pavement
a million, all hundreds, it make ’em go crazy
wham*wham*wham, b*tch, i’m the baby

[chorus: lil baby]
brand new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”
me and my dawg goin’ all the way
when you livin’ like this, they supposed to hate
[interlude: drake, future]
yeah
(wheezy outta here)

[verse 3: drake]
the dash, it’s digi’, the schedule busy
my head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
my cousins are crazy, my cousins like boogie
life is amazin’, it is what it should be
been here for ten but i feel like a rookie
i tell her, “look up” ’cause it’s snowin’ in tootsie’s
booked for three years, man, you can’t even book me
it’s me and lil baby, this sh*t goin’ crazy
wheezy produced it and weezy f. made me
and she held it down, so she got a mercedes
young money records, the army, the navy
they ran me ten thousand, i threw it like brady
the foreign is yellow like tracee and k.d
i trusted my n*ggas, they never betrayed me
met all these n*ggas, they sweeter than sadie
when i started out, i just took what they gave me
did all the favors, they never repaid me
it worked in my favor, ’cause n0body saved me

[chorus: lil baby]
brand new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”
brand new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”
[interlude: juice wrld]
*gibberish*
hold on
*gibberish*
uh, cool

[verse 4: juice wrld]
run up on me then you catchin’ a funeral
i scratch it off, write it in roman numerals
i f*cked that b*tch in the back and i swear that i never loved her, i just want to hit her
i f*cked that b*tch, now i’m hitting her sister
run up on me, you get spinned like a twister
told you before i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas
i got my hand on my hand on my trigger
i’ma go get ’em, she on my d*ck hoppin’, i’m callin’ her tigger
i tell her, “go figure”
she suck through the tommy’s, i’m talkin’ hilfiger
tommy on me, i ain’t talking hilfiger
that b*tch a gun
run up on me, i got heat like the sun
count up to two ’cause i am not the one, huh
better locked up, akon
all my other n*ggas they gone, uh
r.i.p. to all they souls, uh, condolences to all they moms, uh
that’s just how it is
i’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that sh*t
i hit yo b*tch just like a l!ck
i’m with the sh*ts, i pass the ‘roc
ain’t no assist, b*tch on my c*ck
run up on me, then you get shot
i feel like bishop, i got the juice, back when the cut, callin’ it pac, yuh
i’m in the cut with the nina
i’m wettin’ it up like this sh*t, aquafina
you run up on me then i’m servin’ ’em bullets like tennis b*lls
n*gga ain’t talkin’ serena
all of my n*ggas get money for real
i do money for shows, i cash out on arenas
i take yo’ b*tch, f*ck her, send to the cleaners
run up on me then i’m k!llin’
i swear that my hand on my nina
don’t want no smoke
all of these n*ggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
run up on me like a.. like a facebook post, lil’ n*gga, you poked, uh
i’m a rich n*gga, you broke, uh
must be a pimp, you a ho, yah
run up on me, let’s go
baow, baow, baow, choppa on go (wheezy outta here)

[chorus: lil baby]
brand new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”

[outro: tyler, the creator]
[outro: tyler, the creator]
this sh*t going crazy, i swear i go crazy
i never met him but man shout out lil baby
we running the thing *gibberish* i just ran out of words

- lil baby tyler the creator drake juice wrld

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