paroles de chanson Yea Yea - Sofay

Same kid
(Yo jij turn it up) let's go

Woah,woah,woah,woah,woah
Bitch I'm dead ass for real The way I'm counting these blues (yea yea)
Naw it ain't my birthday I'm going up like balloons (yea)
That's my dog We eat the same food (yea yea)
Brother made a movie He say it's coming soon (yea)
All that talking we get it hot like June (yea yea)
I was just broke I done went straight to the moon (yea)
Straight from the dirt Lil nigga no silver spoon (yea yea)

I'm straight out the south Tell Omeretta better watch her mouth
Ain't chasing no clout these Lil bitty niggas they know what I'm bout
My money is old
Don't come to me talking about no dope In a bowl

Leave a bitch in a hole I told these niggas get it and go
My trap like the store It's bunkin and bunkin bunkin bunkin
These niggas some rats Banana clips niggas some monkeys
I trap all week this drip I got on This shit here ain't cheap
It damn sho ain't free Aye bro get your hoe she Looking at me
Yea I'm from college park I rep the Mob Mob
These niggas be scared as hell
To come around here after dark
I don't want to hear no more,I don't want to hear no more
I'm having these racks for shit sho
Remember trapping at the get in go

Woah,woah,woah,woah,woah
Bitch I'm dead ass for real The way I'm counting these blues (yea yea)
Naw it ain't my birthday I'm going up like balloons (yea)
That's my dog We eat the same food (yea yea)
Brother made a movie He say it's coming soon (yea)
All that talking we get it hot like June (yea yea)
I was just broke I done went straight to the moon (yea)
Straight from the dirt Lil nigga no silver spoon (yea yea)

I keep this shit solid But sometimes these niggas be having me bent
I'm not 50 cent I shoot you nine times you won't even exist
These niggas some opps This real life not hip hop
Product of the block Working all around the clock
They waiting on me to flop
But I'm gone take over The streets when I drop
Trapping seven days a week and I can't fucking stop
What's up with all the questions Pussy boy
You acting like a cop
I got her real real wet This bitch gone need a mop
You know what's up with us All my niggas down to buss
All my niggas really with it Yea we from the city
Count a hundred Billy's You know what I mean
Stuff it all in my jeans Pull up in something mean

Woah,woah,woah,woah,woah
Bitch I'm dead ass for real The way I'm counting these blues (yea yea)
Naw it ain't my birthday I'm going up like balloons (yea)
That's my dog We eat the same food (yea yea)
Brother made a movie He say it's coming soon (yea)
All that talking we get it hot like June (yea yea)
I was just broke I done went straight to the moon (yea)
Straight from the dirt Lil nigga no silver spoon (yea yea)