paroles de chanson Comë on - Yeat

(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhfuckin' slatt, ha (Slatt)
I'm fucking the twat, I'm fucking her hips, ha
Twenty-four seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherfucking bracelet, they on my head
Riding in that motherfucking coupe, she give me head
Motherfucking chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for the neck

You don't be inside of the Urus
I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money
I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no fucks about none of this clout
Bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha

Yeah, I'ma flex, flex, flex on they nеck, neck, neck
Bitch, I'm flexing a bag, who?
Yеah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet
Bitch, she a little bad hoe
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip
Yeah, I get a lot of cash, hoe
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip
'Bout to flip that tie hoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit
Yeah, muhfuckin' die, hoe

Yeah, flip, flip, slatt
Lot of cash, big bag
Tonka, Mr. bad
Big body, big bag

I could say that I'm bad (Huh)
The devil my twin, ha (Huh)
They don't know that, ha (Huh)
I'm always gon' win, ha (Huh)

Ran this shit back for the deal
Muhfuckin' squeal, grabbing the wheel, uh
The devil gon' call up my phone, lil' bitch
You know when it's real, uh (You know when it's real)
I sit in the circle, I'm walking around, I'm knowing the drill
Yeah, the devil be calling my phone like every damn day
Man, the Perkies is real (Perkies is real)

Pull up, it's late at night, man
I'm knowing the drill, man, I'm knowing the drill
All of this shit get hectic, shit get bad
Man, you knowing the feel
The henchman, my Twizz and my snake
They be in the field (Buh, buh, buh)
A blessing, living this life out here, it's so real

I'm popping the muhfuckin' Percs again
I barely could feel
Yeah, I'm taking this shit all the way from the back
I'm knowing the feel
Yeah, I almost died to pour that shit
To pour that real
Yeah, I'm in the muhfuckin' broad Bentley
You don't know how it feel

Yeah, I'm in the muhfuckin' big ol' Tonka
Swerving them wheels
Yeah, fuck that big ol', lil' ol' bitch
Yeah, fuck that feel
Yeah, I bought the mansion inside the hills
I'm living the film
Yeah yeah, they want a best dressed junkie
Here are some pills

(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhfuckin' slatt, ha (Slatt)
I'm fucking the twat, I'm fucking her hips, ha
Twenty-four seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherfucking bracelet, they on my head
Riding in that motherfucking coupe, she give me head
Motherfucking chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for the neck

You don't be inside of the Urus
I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money
I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no fucks about none of this clout
Bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha

Yeah, I'ma flex, flex, flex on they nеck, neck, neck
Bitch, I'm flexing a bag, who?
Yеah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet
Bitch, she a little bad hoe
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip
Yeah, I get a lot of cash, hoe
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip
'Bout to flip that tie hoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit
Yeah, muhfuckin' die, hoe

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah