Lirik Lagu Balënci Feet - Yeat
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Stepped out Saturday, with Balenci on my feetSay yo' pockets February, just watch where yo' pockets beSay they doin' this and doin that, boy you not as hot as meCoach told me hit like every time, this why you stutteringBitch I'm on these percs got a bag on from me, you just startled meBags, hundreds, bags yeah, why you always bother meEvery time you got a problem, like why the hell you callin' meI can't even show what the hell I been doin, 'cause they all copy meRolls Royce 4-Door truck, know I'm coppin' itSuicide doors on the Corvette, I'm moddin' itWe just got back to the Hotel, yo' bitch is slobberingTake so many damn percs, they like, 'What you bottling'Drank man scored, he just told me he got bottles inThey think that they rappin' 'bout some shit, boy that's just a common sayingStill gon' get to the cheese everyday, fuck what yo' commas say
I just threw away my phone, I don't wanna conversateRacks on me, bands on meWatch her dance on me, dance on itI'ma smash on her, smash on itGettin' way too silly, throw some cash on herHe told me that she love me for real, well I almost passed on it (Haha)All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk)Remember I had that car in like two months, I still won't cap about itWhen I had that Jeep on Jeepers Creepers, pushin' 200 mid at nightYou could lean with me one time and I swear I could change yo' lifeTrust me, you won't even feel like the real you when that EDD hit twiceShe said Yeat, why you still got so much, I don't even know whyMan I swear the last time I took that shit I talked to my demon and criedYeah we all humans, yeah you don't have to lieRichard Mill', Aston Martin, one of a kindIn my dm, 'Can I get that shit for free', stop wastin' my timeI been standin' up for all these years, I'm next in lineWhen I get that bag, that bag, take my trip and dieJust hope I go up, before I end up dyin'All these broke ass penny pinching kids, get off my lineThey say, Yeat where you at, you not AlivëI don't remember lifeNah but it really got yo' back, or you just a lie'Cause you ain't really solid like that, you switching sidesTrack came with an ice pack, like put my thighs
Stepped out Saturday, with Balenci on my feetSay yo' pockets February, just watch where yo' pockets beSay they doin' this and doin that, boy you not as hot as meCoach told me hit like every time, this why you stutteringBitch I'm on these percs got a bag on from me, you just startled meBags, hundreds, bags yeah, why you always bother meEvery time you got a problem, like why the hell you callin' meI can't even show what the hell I been doin, 'cause they all copy meRolls Royce 4-Door truck, know I'm coppin' itSuicide doors on the Corvette, I'm moddin' itWe just got back to the Hotel, yo' bitch is slobberingTake so many damn percs, they like, 'What you bottling'Drank man scored, he just told me he got bottles inThey think that they rappin' 'bout some shit, boy that's just a common sayingStill gon' get to the cheese everyday, fuck what yo' commas say
Racks on me, bands on meWatch her dance on me, dance on itI'ma smash on her, smash on itGettin' way too silly, throw some cash on herHe told me that she love me for real, well I almost passed on it (Haha)All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk)Remember I had that car in like two months, I still won't cap about it
I just threw away my phone, I don't wanna conversateRacks on me, bands on meWatch her dance on me, dance on itI'ma smash on her, smash on itGettin' way too silly, throw some cash on herHe told me that she love me for real, well I almost passed on it (Haha)All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk)Remember I had that car in like two months, I still won't cap about itWhen I had that Jeep on Jeepers Creepers, pushin' 200 mid at nightYou could lean with me one time and I swear I could change yo' lifeTrust me, you won't even feel like the real you when that EDD hit twiceShe said Yeat, why you still got so much, I don't even know whyMan I swear the last time I took that shit I talked to my demon and criedYeah we all humans, yeah you don't have to lieRichard Mill', Aston Martin, one of a kindIn my dm, 'Can I get that shit for free', stop wastin' my timeI been standin' up for all these years, I'm next in lineWhen I get that bag, that bag, take my trip and dieJust hope I go up, before I end up dyin'All these broke ass penny pinching kids, get off my lineThey say, Yeat where you at, you not AlivëI don't remember lifeNah but it really got yo' back, or you just a lie'Cause you ain't really solid like that, you switching sidesTrack came with an ice pack, like put my thighs
Stepped out Saturday, with Balenci on my feetSay yo' pockets February, just watch where yo' pockets beSay they doin' this and doin that, boy you not as hot as meCoach told me hit like every time, this why you stutteringBitch I'm on these percs got a bag on from me, you just startled meBags, hundreds, bags yeah, why you always bother meEvery time you got a problem, like why the hell you callin' meI can't even show what the hell I been doin, 'cause they all copy meRolls Royce 4-Door truck, know I'm coppin' itSuicide doors on the Corvette, I'm moddin' itWe just got back to the Hotel, yo' bitch is slobberingTake so many damn percs, they like, 'What you bottling'Drank man scored, he just told me he got bottles inThey think that they rappin' 'bout some shit, boy that's just a common sayingStill gon' get to the cheese everyday, fuck what yo' commas say
Racks on me, bands on meWatch her dance on me, dance on itI'ma smash on her, smash on itGettin' way too silly, throw some cash on herHe told me that she love me for real, well I almost passed on it (Haha)All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk)Remember I had that car in like two months, I still won't cap about it
