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dc&boat qc 1 - lil yachty lyrics

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huh, huh, huh
it’s us, look, d*mn
look, look
we do what we want
we don’t care about n0body
we was the ones riding around four hundred shots all in a big body
we was the ones f*cking b*tches on b*tches
it’s all on the camera
we was the ones pouring eights
and tens
and twelves all up in the fanta
uh
i took the baddest b*tch out of new york
moved her out to atlanta
know that my case getting drunk
’cause when i got arrested they didn’t read me my miranda

huh
stepping on sh*t like i would do tarantulas
f*cking that b*tch but your last name simmons her first name not angela
i cannot argue with none of you n*ggas
you n*ggas is amateurs
pull up in big body urus
watch how i handle her
f*cking this b*tch off of rp
that sh*t give me stamina
don’t ask for no drink
’cause i tax it
i know it’s upscale but i came in with ratchet
f*cking this b*tch since the crack of the dawn
i should be ashamed
’cause i f*cked up the mattress
my kit together now
i’m fully loaded
lil’ more in both
so you know it’s golden
for the high beast
i done chromed out the coasters
your b*tch a fan
she got me on posters
parked in the foreign
i came in with soldiers
if i pull up again
i know that it’s over
mm
he want a verse
what’s up with the chicken?
i can’t reverse the b*tch out my mentions

can carry a glock without the extensions
i’m pulling some furniture
hope that it fit
i didn’t check the dimensions
d*mn
big brother hiding
he shooting somebody in front the police station
i don’t do no maserati
too hot a commodity
i can’t be seen in that
i do not drink clean sprite
it do not taste right
yeah
need me some lean in that
she wanna f*ck all night
’cause she too geeked up
this b*tch is a bean addict
amg
this not the 4matic
pour me a four
b*tch
i know i’m a addict
stay with the guys
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas
i’m wrapping pounds in the bas*m*nt like tigger
upping them glizzys
now he get the riddle
approach us too fast
and we sending missiles
talking about zaz
b*tch
we got a catalog
walk in the house
you seeing our cars
murakami all up on the wall
you need a pass to walk in the hall

man they fresh
i got these folks clapping
this b*tch still bad
i know that she plastic
i know i’m hot
i am not lacking
behind closed doors
she getting nasty
i get the rock
and i bring it to baskin
got the most cash
you n*gga
i’m lasting

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