Lil Yachty - Oprah's Bank Account (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Lil Yachty - Oprah's Bank Account (en) şarkı sözleri
EarlOnTheBeat, EarlOnTheBeat, EarlOnTheBeat,
EarlOnTheBeat
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too
would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough
You look as good as Oprah's
bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if
she really love me
Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up
with your mouth
City girl straight
from the South
Back home on a
presi', I'm Obama, ay
I condone the drama, ay
I tongued down Madonna, ay,
do you need pajamas, yeah
Stayin' the night, girl,
you promised it
I hide in the cave
like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the
Diamond District
You need me like dollars that
are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same
But I just don't
fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range
on the road for you
I don't know what
you were told
But I ain't mad at you, baby
Is they mad that you fuck with
me, is they mad, mad, mad
Is they mad that you ride around
in a Bentley, skrrt
Is they mad that you not
with them, is they mad
Same hoes hatin' be in my
DM, that's too sad
Lockin' it down,
lockin' it down
Lockin' it down, I want
you, I want you
I want them to know you're
my baby boo, my boo
We still make it lit when
ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out,
niggas look at you
No, no, no, no
My bitch pull up lookin' like
Oprah bank, let's go
Take a pic with a bitch
and she faint, yeah
She look like a goddess,
but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it,
she need her a tank
You know ain't no limit
on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money,
this new money, chill
You gon' make the bitch think
that you love her, fuck you
Hold her hand right in front
you, we too public, aw
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he
ain't do nothin', yeah
Now his bitch goin' baby
on baby, let's go
She want me to stay,
I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these
niggas don't play
I ain't playin', let's go
Your bitch lookin' good
as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho
from him and take her out
Keep the butt,
I'll take the mouth
Make him hit
and then quit it
I ain't mad at
'em, baby, let's go
If I seen't you out
Me too would be up on
you crazy, let's go
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