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raising canes - lil yachty lyrics

i’m trying* brentrambo. i’m trying to make her mine. she hit me like, “i know your game.” i give a b*tch a good time. sh*t i did, i should be ashamed. buy her six pints one time. other rappers probably go buy a chain. rap n*ggas gettin’ out of line. spring day, baby, tell me it’s not his time. i ain’t never loved a lot. ain’t never met no b*tch in my life that wasn’t flawed. she wanted to get high so bad, she stuffed drugs inside her jaw

brought my gun for protection, but i still f*cked her raw. lil’ ho sprinting nice on nbas, but i still don’t know how this b*tch might act if i bring her around one of my bros. i spent five*hundred*thou’ on two maybachs and parked ’em both. flexing for my folks. got back on my feet just when i was hanging on the ropes. these fake rappers wanna be me, i don’t even brag no where, i don’t boast. hogging up two whole lanes, big suv, i didn’t go ghost

two*fifty cash app blues, i took a little pic and then i post ’em. rap n*gga wanna hop up, it’s never a beef, it’s not real roast. grew up, used to do the most. when i was a peewee, now i got old. but higher they get, the softer they get, like go, all i’m told. n*ggas ain’t never did sh*t in they life but hate, that sh*t for the poor. n*ggas spend so much time critiquing my wear, go open a store

say she so fly, i come see no feathers, where is your wings? n*gga like me get so high when i’m at home, i geek off a bean. new teriyaki sticks inside of a beamer, outside cream. ho said this sh*t so clean, she wanna f*ck me soon on the outside. sittin’ up under the stars, all in my cars, ho got her mouth wide. pretty b*tch love her figure, she ain’t even thirty but she got her tubes tied. i gotta stop f*ckin’ ’round these young*ass hoes, she askin’ my shoe size

face deep in that ho twice, big gun in her ass, she look like a water slide. hit a b*tch on her cycle. b*tch got braids like susan carmichael. all of my cars got titles. brand*new rifles sit right next to the bible. two phones, fourteen whips, huh. two guns, i can’t be stripped, no. creep on ’em, they can’t be hit, hmm. f*ck on me right here in this vip, huh, huh, huh, huh. right here in this vip

hmm. right here, right now. hmm. yeah. sausage. uh*huh

- lil yachty lyrics

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