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lirik lagu fight night round 3 – lil yachty

[verse 1: lil yachty]
if i was down to my last dollar, give a f*ck what they think
we gon’ load up eighty bands in an old impala
told this b*tch, “my boys from detroit,” she askin’ us about sada
my wife prolly up in new york making enchiladas
b*tch want me to put her in school, i am not your papa
.30 clip and it feel full, i’m in my mood
ready to road rage in a rolls (ayy)
ready to road rage in a rolls to go hit your ho
b*tch, leave me alone when i’m home and i’m sipping my four
n*ggas better not run up on me wrong, that sh*t in my coat
and it clear they lookin’ at boat just like he the pope

[verse 2: babyface ray]
you know i done done it all, i ain’t shawty lo
rap n*gga play with the bag, keep it on the low
cool n*gga run with the steppers, steppin’ on the dope
i just*i just touched down, yachty scooped me double r
i think i got everything, man, saint laurent
n*gga say they see on the jet and on the block
give a bad b*tch four minutes like a vibe
lil’ cuz said he want some money, send him out
spot banging like it’s fast food, in*n*out
if my youngins catch a n*gga outside, they’ll spin the block
how the f*ck these n*ggas actin’ like they street? they in the house
[verse 3: veeze]
heard that n*gga want the clout, f*ck it, put them in a cloud
heard the brokest n*ggas loud, that’s why i don’t make a sound
that n*gga said he don’t like veeze, he don’t know why
i read about sh*t you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about
i sleep on chrome heart pillows at lil boat house
i’m doing scamming, sending bows to your ho house
riding with a hundred twenty shots, boy, that’s four glocks
me and face had shows and lows and they sold out
we just turned a san fran’ mansion to a grow house
i just spent three thousand on a coat ’cause it’s cold now

[verse 4: lil yachty]
i can’t ride around in that bentley ’cause it’s old now
i can’t hang around with that n*gga ’cause he told now
you was just a gangsta online, why you folding now?
i thought body was your og, why they ho’in’ him out?

[verse 5: babyface ray]
pull up in atl with them things, make it snow in the south
trappin’ by the door in my room, it’s one more on the couch
seventeen wavy, not a yacht in the water
rolex shopping, seen the yacht’ and i bought it
me and meech treat the gallery like a office
lately, i been globetrottin’ like i’m playing in harlem
[verse 6: veeze]
riding ’round like we ain’t famous with a glock and a ‘rari
all my n*ggas banging red, like they got hired at target
’bout to change my name to ken, all my b*tches be barbies
she keep throwing me the p*ssy, but i really don’t want it
if her throat could have a baby, i might end up on maury
walk around with twenty thousand for the times i was starvin’

[verse 7: lil yachty]
if she pop a x pill, then that p*ssy, i’m carving
i done f*cked a thousand b*tches who bd’s think i’m garbage
well it’s a pandemic, world recession, i’m never starving
n*gga play with my money, leave him lumpy like martin
let’s be honest, i’m the real reason you b*tches want a birkin
how the h*ll his nails painted and his n*ggas gonna murk you?
made a million dollars cash in a bank i ain’t go to
seen what you said online, i just really don’t know you
why would i shine some light on these n*ggas on purpose?
my b*tch bring her friend, it’s gon’ turn to a circus
i just got mad at veeze, he don’t check his purchases
ah, i’m in purses
this b*tch mad i ain’t text back, she worthless

- lil yachty

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