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lirik lagu whole time (demo) – lil yachty

[intro]
(earlonthebeat)
yeah
uh*huh (told my slime earl, hold it, uh)
yeah (hold that sh*t down and they gon’ see it)
uh*huh (you gon’ see it and now he see it)
(really held it down)
uh*huh (feel me?)
uh*huh (for real), uh*huh, uh*huh

[verse 2]
(beep) look (go)
i’m hated the most, i don’t give a d*mn (go)
i used to swipe, finesse through the skype
through the night, i would eat on the grand slam (swipe)
don’t be like me, i’m a millionaire
still ridin’ dirty ’round town like chamillionaire (don’t be like me, woo)
these n*ggas softer than build*a*bear
penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware (sh*t, ayy, f*ck, for real)
i’m crackin’ this b*tch like some software (go)
i got her boyfriend on my crosshair
he talkin’ down (phew), go the sound
i’m in new york, need a loft here (d*mn)
b*tch, i’m a motherf*ckin’ boss here (d*mn)
no, ain’t no n*gga soft here (f*ck ’em)
my n*ggas down, they came from the town (phew)
they let it off here (slatt)
audemars piguet, ice me (ice)
where i be f*ckin’ this pisces?
she wanna beat up a wifey (she was down)
i like the baguettes, i like these emeralds
d*mn, them sh*ts look like a icy (ice)
different in school, check out the iq
i made more guap than the it (sh*t, yeah)
[chorus]
nah, whole time n*ggas hold sh*t down (frrt, frrt, hold it down)
yeah, whole time n*ggas never lied, n*ggas keep a hundred rounds (whole time, frrt)
yeah, home alone, n*gga run up on me, do ’em like macaulay culkin (sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, yeah)
two*fifty for the bentley coupe, i ain’t drivin’, leave it parkin’ (fif’)

[verse 3]
lot of my choices was dumb sh*t
gang pull up on the block and they dump sh*t
my n*ggas got red on their head
red on their head on some trump sh*t (brrt)
i’m swervin’ the ‘burban down highland (skrrt)
swervin’ the whip on some drunk sh*t (swerve)
i’m not a fighter at all
but i stomp his head, wanted him dead (prrt, prrt, prrt)
won’t get a foot in my conscience (poh)
these b*tches hang ’round for the content (b*tch)
it took me way outta context (oh)
my youngin’ gon’ blow like a semtex (sh*t, beep)
ill everywhere like some germ*x (yee)
just tell my n*gga his turn next (god)
burn that sh*t down
don’t play with me, b*tch, i’ma burn up (burn)
yeah (burn), young n*gga, earn that (brrt)
don’t speak on no sh*t you don’t know about
before you speak on it, go learn that
sh*t, sh*t, yeah (sh*t)
for real, keepin’ this sh*t for real (beep)
three in the two like shaquille
i don’t even know how to feel (yeah, beep)
[chorus]
nah, whole time n*ggas hold sh*t down (frrt, frrt, hold it down)
yeah, whole time n*ggas never lied, n*ggas keep a hundreds rounds (whole time, frrt)
yeah, home alone, n*gga run up on me, do ’em like macaulay caulkin (sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, yeah)
two*fifty for the bentley coupe, i ain’t drive it, leave it parkin’ (fif’)

[outro]
frrt, frrt (go)
frrt, frrt
frrt, frrt

- lil yachty

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