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How It Go Lyrics by Yeat Yeat
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Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick that how it pole
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We gon' take life slow, we go God speed
They ask 'How you know?', I'm with them gods B
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby
You said you tryna feel, this gon' cross me
Yeah it cost me two million in cash, I'm flossy
Yeah, I'm bossy, I got fifty million cash, come and cuss me
We made pussy do the dash, if he talk to me
No no, I don't smoke no gas, I need perky please
How you geek? Bitch, I'm super geeked
Yeah, that Rolls Royce sent me up, bitch, yeah, they on they knees
Yeah, and they beggin' 'Please', bitch
I'm ridin' in the Bentley with the leather seats
Yeah, they said that they're fresh, but they dress like me
Yeah, I know I been like this since I was seventeen
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick that how it pole
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
I need you to throw it down with major channel flow
I just need to go, I just need a mob with the bag with the pole
Stayin', not even followin' my ho
Yeah, ridin' in the Tonka, got the, yeah
Yeah, heard 'em got a wacked, got 'em wacked
And I heard that they won't play, they won't give game
All my diamonds extra big, them bitch won't taint
Ask me 'What's at stake?', I told 'em 'Flank'
Yeah, I been makin' money, move your head before it get stained
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick that how it pole
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We don't take life slow, we go God speed
They ask 'How you know?', I'm with them gods B
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby
You said you tryna feel, this gon' cross me
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
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