Lil Yachty - SB5 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Yachty - SB5 (en) Lyrics
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Droppin' the six in the Fanta, mmm
They wanted me dead, they
be hoping and wishing
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a chef in the kitchen
Lil Sada boat baby, I rock then I work
All these Ks but i would still
have joined the navy
Remember that shoot-out in my red Vans
I got rich off strong, we get
’em in and get 'em gone
I stand ____ but now I'm
the type of nigga
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shoot I ain't gotta dump
I seen a preacher get
caught for cheatin'
I said, "I’m the one," they
Lot on the black pump
Three in the morning, I'm half sleep
I got Bape on, Baby Milo
All these hoes fuck on us all, I
wish I would claim that bitch
This bitch only 5'4" but her throat
feel like it's seven feet deep
cars and clothes and hoes)
Niggas be tough on the 'net, but
really be there for attention
Made me disappear like my weed
Left my momma house at seventeen
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They get hard when they get guns,
we got a hood full of sticks
Had murder on my mind
Soon as they say we can't come, you
know we'll run 'round that bitch
I don't know why you hating on me
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Got this bitch cooking steak for me
In the 'Rari running from
the state police
Chopper hold a hundred, say the least
Lil nigga bout to die
so say your peace
I know I gotta stay low-key
My granny said she pray for me
She know I keep a K on me
I was waiting on a nigga
to play with me
Bitch I'm a lover and a fighter
Keep two sticks on me like striker
Custom vests, I ain't no biker
She could stay the night
if I invite her
488, yeah the Spider
Red and yellow like I'm Rowdy Piper
Give a damn if shorty got a nigga
If the bitch is going, I'ma pipe her
Choppa 'round my belt
like eight numbers
Eight numbers like I was at Rikers
Pistol snug like it's in a diaper
Bitch with me got Balmain like a biker
Bitch, what I want is hard to decipher
In a cypher most these niggas liars
Austin Power groovy, Michael Myers
Kill 'em off like Chris
in Stomp the Yard
This lil' bitch right here,
she got me hard
She just want the last four to my card
Drop her off right there on boulevard
Fucked her once and left
the baby scarred
She was wearing Fendi leotards
I been cooking, whipping
Leonard DiCaprio, this
white boy a star
Trapping out the house and in the car
I just served your spouse
up at the bar
Add two zeros to the one,
I'm in a different mode
Watch your mouth, you
snitching from afar
My demon time ain't nothin' nice
Make no sense, you niggas need address
I said, "I’m the one," they
didn't believe me
Collect the bag, the
bag I will collect
I'm the richer man, I won't contest
Fuck her, now she organize my clothes
Niggas mad I'm sending lower blows
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I'm a G, sucking ne’er toe
But I flipped the pussy
like some dough
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I'm in the Lambo' truck in my hood,
nobody gon' tell me shit
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