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WTF Lyrics by Yeat Yeat
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Yeah, what the fuck they on?
I plot this shit, lil' bitch, I got it all on
Yeah, smell this shit from miles away
Shit all cap, like a test on new cologne
Yeah, yeah, what the fuck they on?
Yeah, some broke ass bum-ass boys, they ain't got no song
Yeah, you compare your newest shit to my oldest shit, and I still beat it
Still got the big numbers, I been doing the motherfuckin' triple million
I'm on the motherfuckin' Percs again, I really like to spend and win it
Yeah, got out of my motherfuckin' Urus, I hop in McLaren and hit two hunnid
I don't give a fuck what you said, lil' bitch, I got motherhfuckin' money, money
I don't give a fuck what you said, lil' bitch, I got honeybunny-bunnies
they tryna copy my voice, but they cannot do it like me, like me
Yeah, I'm bout to hop in with 'em big dogs and run hundred K first week
Wake up in the morning, geek up in the morning, bitch, I'm 'boutta tweak
Bitch, I'm allergic to being broke, no, can't be me
I been takin' X pills, I take a Perc before I sleep
I been takin' X pills, I ain't take a Perc in a week
What the fuck they on?
Yeah-yeah, bitch, I am high as fuck
Pull up on me, got a gun
Pussy boy, you better run
Yeah, hoppin' in the same car
Yeah, the devil didn't tell me what the fuck it was
Yeah, they ain't on shit 'cause they ain't like us, yeah, they ain't like us
Pull up inside that Tonka, lil' bitch, yeah, pull up that truck
I could say you ain't get it, lil' bitch, but you just a dub
I'm high as the motherfuckin' Gods, lil' bitch, I am flyin' above 'em
Yeah-yeah-yeah, I got it tinted, pull up, smoke 'em out the flint
Pull up in the fuckin' Tonka, it's all 'bout the building, we done bought the Benz
You a motherfuckin' lame, no, you can't get in, bitch
Get the fuck away from us, you a bitch boy, you is not him, yeah
All I do is let it spin
Run this shit back again
Yeah, what the fuck they on?
I plot this shit, lil' bitch, I got it all on
Yeah, smell this shit from miles away
Shit all cap, like a test on new cologne
Yeah, yeah, what the fuck they on?
Yeah, they some broke-ass, bum-ass boys, they ain't got no song
Yeah, you compare your newest shit to my oldest shit, and I still beat it
Still got the big numbers, I been doing the motherfuckin' triple million
I'm on the motherfuckin' Percs again, I really like to spend and win it
Yeah, got in my motherfuckin' Urus, I hop in McLaren and hit two hundred
I don't give a fuck what you said, lil' bitch, I got motherfuckin' money, money
I don't give a fuck what you said, lil' bitch, I got honeybunny-bunnies
they tryna copy my voice, but they cannot do it like me, like me
Yeah, I'm bout to hop in wit them big dogs hundred K first week
Wake up in the morning, geek up in the morning, bitch, I'm 'boutta tweak
Bitch, I'm allergic to being broke, no, can't be me
I been takin' X pills, I don't take a Perc before I sleep
I been takin' X pills, I ain't take a Perc in a week
Yeah, what the fuck they on?
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