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shoe lace - lil yachty lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
fortye sh*t
yeah
half these broke hoes can’t keep a man
half these broke hoes can’t get a man
most these rap n*ggas b*tch, one eye, man
forgiatos spinnin’ like a ceilin’ fan
top it off, b*tch, with your top off
big boy scar knock your block off
bad b*tch sippin’ on ciroc
big bandanas like i’m 2pac
rich lil’ b*tch, got a condo in lindbergh
i write hits like a young bird

n*gga talkin’ sh*t, get blocked like a cinder
i eat his main b*tch for dinner
four*eighty*eight, i ain’t even get to tint her
left her wide open likе a tight end
legs wide opеn, i’ma dive in
big fat booty, i’ma slide in
keepin’ sh*t real from the jump, bro, too real
matrix, i’ma pop a blue pill
slide on a clip, oop, got a new k!ll
beat her in the whip, that’s a roadk!ll
n*ggas upset, ha, how your ho feel
pickin’ up bags up in mobile
f*ckin’ up sacks in my hotel
speakin’ in code ’cause i hold tail
f*ck, then i got her out like she had a low bail
n*ggas buy glasses for chantel
i’m tryna have s*x with shantel
thank god every day i’m doin’ well
stay humble, i didn’t have to do him, h*ll
they don’t ever let a n*gga hoop ’cause they always got a tech
you ain’t hard, you got hickies on your neck

rich n*gga, i’ma put on the set
i’ma put my all on it like a bet
why you talkin’ like that?
young n*gga got a glock and he get sh*t wet
young n*gga got a show, i’ma book a lil’ jet
four o’clock in the mornin’, plottin’ on a lil’ neck
sheesh
cap
b*tch
n*ggas trippin’ on me, tie your shoelace
every bill in my pocket a blue face
hit the b*tch with the pole, hit the blue face
and i ride with a stick, f*ck a new case

i can make the ‘bow jump with no wrist in it
i can make a b*tch come with no d*ck in her
ayy
f*ckin’ up the whip, drive the rari like a honda
b*tch lookin’ at my d*ck like she seen it in a comic
ogs move babies, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a toddler
couple shooters with me and they don’t show remorse
and they lookin’ for a safe, told ’em better lock them doors
everything on fire like i’m walkin’ with a torch
and the trap on fire, keys move in scott storch
f*ck it, put a bag on his head then forget about him
heard he pillow talkin’ to these hoes, we gon’ see about him
f*ck it, i’ma hit the b*tch one time then forget about it
death star tatted on my neck and i’ma die about it
uh, somebody tell stephanie i’m still tryna f*ck
big forgis in the whip, you would thought it was a truck
sh*t
i hit the blunt, i’m stuffed

i hit the b*tch from the back, i nut
whole lotta ice on my neck, not a cup
half these broke hoes can’t keep a man
half these broke hoes can’t get a man
most these rap n*ggas b*tch one eye, man
forgiatos spinnin’ like a ceilin’ fan
top it off, b*tch, with your top off
big boy scar knock your block off
bad b*tch sippin’ on ciroc
big bandanas like i’m 2pac
rich lil’ b*tch got a condo in lindbergh

i write hits like a young bird

- lil yachty lyrics

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