paroles de chanson Yessir! - Yu$e

Bitch I'm a dawg cus the fit got fur
And the fist got em all dripping inna iceberg

Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir
Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir

Bankroll tall like a 6 foot curb
And the whip finna crawl out the trench like a worm

Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir
Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir

Bitch you got toe tagged, I need cold cash
I can't wit fuck with a bitch who got no ass
Switch lanes inna range, it got no tags
Kids lame, yee ain't bang, you got no flags

And I know them haters out in the nosebleeds
I been tryna figure out where them hoes be
Pick em up, smoke em out wit tha OG-Loc
You be toting 45's out in Grove Street

Kid got the codeine and mixed in syrup
Momma found out and she fixing to tear up
Wounded up cooking up bricks with the scissors
I don't recognize who I see in the mirror

Roll with the nerf, got the foam with the blick
No I ain't searching for hoes, bitch I'm rich
Opps gone lurk when I'm posting a pic
And they pockets gone hurt when they know I'm legit

Bitch I'm a dawg cus the fit got fur
And the fist got em all dripping inna iceberg

Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir
Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir

Bankroll tall like a 6 foot curb
And the whip finna crawl out the trench like a worm

Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir
Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir

Bitch I'm a dawg cus the fit got fur
And the fist got em all dripping inna iceberg

Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir
Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir

Bankroll tall like a 6 foot curb
And the whip finna crawl out the trench like a worm

Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir
Yes I'm a really rich kid yessir

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