Lil Yachty - Plastic (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Lil Yachty - Plastic (en) şarkı sözleri
(Reul stop playin' with these
niggas)
(It's us)
(Damn, damn)
(Damn)
Me and vezzo
don't do double cups
Yea we truly stackin' it
Lucky I came in
with my bitch
Them hoes
I would've cracked 'em
Last nigga speak on my name
(what?)
A random person jacked em
If I die, I'll be on cnn
like michael jackson
Not cause I died, but who
I brought with me
Don't let my bitch
drink it all
In case I need a kidney
Double r parked
right outside
Like a raisin in the sun
Sheriff pulled me over,
skeptical
Cause all my legal guns
I'm backwards
I got rich off of music
And got illegal funds
Why this stripper she
ain't let me fuck
Still kept all the ones
(damn)
And I ain't no sucker
House by the lake
With the views opposite
from tucker
This nigga pussy
Goin' out bad
just like no other
My shooter ain't got no sense
he stole from his mother
How you know
I fucked yo bitch
You still call me brother
You niggas, niggas different
Why I'm so specific?
Backyard look pacific
Heavy on my pivot
Hit the frog sweat, now my
cup look like a midget
Geeked up off the medics
Said it, then I meant it
Cops ask me questions I'm
cobain, I ain't in it
The way that vezzo
drive his wraith
Could tell he ain't rent it
We gon
hit them boys
Hunnit hangin' out the chop look like
a mixin' board (like I'm mixin')
All my opps be broke as fuck
they need to fix them boys
Knock the power out that f&n
I need to switch the cord
(I need to switch the cord)
bitch
I love to switch my fashion
lick the patek
I got sixty glasses in my kitchen
cabinet (that hi-tech)
I just bought another rollie
up at golden sun (gold)
Poured a fo' in a one liter
that's a forty-one
We just upped
the score again
Them niggas 0-1
(them niggas losers)
Look like cuddy marchin'
for a band
The way he blow that drum
Mix the louis with the fendi
I be mix matchin' (yea)
The clip look longer
than the glock
They think the stick
backwards
I dropped 30 at probation
I just pissed actis (no cap)
Used to trap right on a horn
I got six mansions
Shoot the chrome heart
off his hoodie
That's how he drip fashion
(leave em leakin')
This bitch ask me
was I broke
Oh that's a trick question
(stupid hoe)
Put the karo with the water
Bitch I mix classics
Gen 5
glock 19, 30 clip saggin'
Amiri joggin' fit,
dumb bitch
I hit licks in fashion
Last nigga I popped up
I had on big bastard
Oversized virgil
abloh hoodie
This a big jacket
Damn near three racks
for the varsity
With the big patches
Jumped out with thirty clip
Hawked him down,
he kept zig-zaggin'
Ran up on him,
when he hit the ground
Pushed his shit backwards
Real lean plug nigga, I
could still get acky
Rubber band ap on thirty racks,
if a bitch askin'
If you ever see me run
From a nigga, I shot the
stick backwards
Made dog shit I'm spittin'
fire out my mouth
Call me big dragon
Oh we was talkin' bout
white buffs?
Lou got six glasses
Plug got five seals, eight quarter
pints, and six glasses
Hoe tried to leave me,
shot her car up
And broke the bitch chassis
Eight lines of wock,
in one cup
We sip molasses
Drive the bitch car
and get some head
Damn I'm finna crash it
That gold dweller
fifty-six plain
Think I'm finna grab it
Thirty racks hangin' out my
pocket, got me feelin'
My city small nigga, think
he gettin' away
I can get the addy
I don't really be fuckin'
with the percs
But I can get the xannies
My shooter got adhd, he'll kill
you for script of addies
I was finna fuck my bitch mom,
but I can hit the granny
You ain't never had a
glass pint of red
It came in a casket
My feen call me for a 20 stone,
I came with a basket
I'm takin' niggas guns in the
club, I came with a magnet
- Y'all niggas got 44
months to catch up
Cuz when I get out, this
shit on the floor
I love y'all, each one of you
I love y'all ghetto boys in this
bitch nigga, the ghetto home
Cool now I can go do my
time, grow alone
Free c, free a, and don't forget
about me because I'm
coming back goddamnit
Hey dj, let me hear that
I like that beat
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