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still tipppin - lil yachty lyrics

let me see your location
about to send you the location for it
all right
you’ve got to keep the b*tch talking up, asap
you got to
know you little hoe n*ggas ain’t got heart
little boat walked in, keisha wokhardt
know my side b*tch love me, she won’t play with my heart
eight percs, 8:00 am, n*gga, that’s a hot start
nah, eight percs, 8:00 am, that’s my start
big muddy prescription, got it from my dirt doctor

gang walking around with chops like the hurt locker
your b*tch love to give me top, know you heard ’bout her
i swing paul wall, you swing paul blart
i slang all dog, you work at walmart
i just had a whole day dream ’bout some hi*tech
sip so much lean, how i ain’t die yet
ex*b*tch pregnant, thank god i dodged that
she was in her feelings ’bout some sh*t that wasn’t drugs
all i give a f*cking ’bout is opiates and guns

sip raw drank, smoke a ‘wood, open up my lungs
back again with fns like i duck hunt
i just went through the flint like tv stunt
he want ice in his mouth just like me, huh
i’m so rich, i ain’t gotta wear diamonds
they qc’d a lot, look like the conjuror
all these goats gotta wear that, the monjuror
n*gga said he want smoke, then come find me then
at 18 i was living like scarface
24 karat gold on the car plate
make me pay for the p*ssy, that’s cool
f*ck with shorty so good, shorty gave all that back like a rebate
i’m betting on all of my n*ggas like ebay
getting top on the freeway in the back like dj
i ball like mccollum, shoulda been my cousin
pole like edward cullen, i don’t do the fussin’
just picked up a b*tch, she said her vision blurry
left her where she stand, i don’t need a mishap
young and i’m rich, i don’t do the diss rap

my slimes cannot wait to do a kidnap
my bloods always ask me where the stick at
placing that n*gga chest like a dishrag
the type of shots you shooting i never send back
my hollows break his body down, sickle cell
my daddy trap for so long, he sick as h*ll
i knock the brains out a imbecile
on the ground with that scope like it’s splinter cell
big blood in the cell, k!lling n*ggas in the jail

20 thousand in my jeans like i’m independent
yeah
sipping lean, i ain’t into liquor
knife on the end of the chop just to end a n*gga
cut his middle, spill his guts like a cigarette
whoop a n*gga in the jungle, thrilla in manila
wocky in this cream soda, taste it like vanilla
i got a bird on my wrist, ghostface k!llah
put me in karate movies feeling like the rza
i got the dreads with the fades looking like it’s gza
two b*tches in my room and they trying to scissor
uh, i got two double cups and it’s for the sizzurp
big maybach, posted on the cizzurb
left wrist looking like a dq, big blizzard
23 inch rims, oh, michael with the wizards
i’ma go and do the arm down, need a lump sum
blue tips on the pew*pew, i’ma dump some
big boat inside the whip like a pumkin, mad pumpkin
richest kid still posted up in the function

flew a b*tch in, took her out to luncheon
got her drunk, came home, b*tch started humping
huh
bentley truck, f*15s in the trunk
ride around solo, n*gga, with a pump
pistol whip him, turn his face to the klumps
not a smoker, but i know that ain’t runt
big machete, cut him deep as my fronts
in a pool with this b*tch, she from france
i’ve been trying to get up in it for months
pour up

- lil yachty lyrics

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