Video de: X Lyrics Yeat » Rap Fox.MusicaDe.Win

Yeat - X Lyrics

X LyricsYeah
Ah ah (yeah), ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah (yeah), ah ah (yeah)

[Hook]
I took a x-y-z yeah, I took a o-x-y
Rock Chanel, them twenty
On me, these kids ain't havin' no money
Yeah, I signed the deal for a milli'
It's a cold world get chilly
Rockin the Moncleezy, big Z
Spent 2 bands on Amiri jeans (For real)
Yeah, you can get left in the dirt (Yeah)
I make a whole lotta money, don't work (But yo)
But I still had to get off my ass (I had)
Yeah, made all my money twerk (Uh huh)
Yeah I took the Cayenne going, 207
Yeah, I watched 'em take a bad pеrc' then go to heaven (yеah)
I got the big tonka with a big weapon (Oxy)
Half 'em sippin' fake juice boy they sippin' big stretch
Yeah, put the saucy in it
Matte black on the coupe, tinted windows, no they can't even see in it
Ridin' 'round with a choppa cannon, got some mud and it got the 3 in it

[Verse]
Oxy told me trust the process (Huh? I got to)
I was down bad I ain't believe in it (Hell nah)
It was days I couldn't even dream of it (Ya)
They ain't like me bitch, now they act too ugly (Yeah)
Lost my grills I call the tooth fairy (Hello?)
Diamonds sitting, shit ain't too fair (Hello?)
I ain't wanna have to go there (Nah)
Should have sunglasses I don't wanna stare (Cha-ney-ney, Cha-ney-ney)
(Yeah, ho)
I'm rock the CC, Cha-ney-ney (Cha-ney-ney)
Shine like BB, the belt on a payday (Let's go)
I woke up good, like I'm Dayday (Yeah)
Ridin' round, toppin' some grade A (Yeah)

(Ney-ney, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, let's go)

[Hook]
I took a x-y-z yeah, I took a o-x-y
Rock Chanel, them twenty
On me, these kids ain't havin' no money
Yeah, I signed the deal for a milli'
It's a cold world get chilly
Rockin the Moncleezy, big Z
Spent 2 bands on Amiri jeans (For real)
Yeah, you can get left in the dirt (Yeah)
I make a whole lotta money, don't work (But yo)
But I still had to get off my ass (I had)
Yeah, made all my money twerk (Uh huh)
Yeah I took the Cayenne going, 207
Yeah, I watched 'em take a bad perc' then go to heaven (yeah)
I got the big tonka with a big weapon (Oxy)
Half 'em sippin' fake juice boy they sippin' big stretch
Yeah, put the saucy in it
Matte black on the coupe, tinted windows, no they can't even see in it
Ridin' 'round with a choppa cannon, got some mud and it got the 3 in it