I’m embarrassed, I’m in Paris, told her let’s get it, uh 🗣️

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[Chorus]
(dulio, 力を貸して)
I'm in Paris, I'm in Paris, told her, "Let's get it," uh
I got bands, sittin' on bands, told 'em, "Let's get it," uh
My money tall, your money small, your money midget, uh
I had a Tonka before I had a Urus, lil' bitch had to flip that ball
Fuck what they said about me, they don't know nothin', they know nothin', bitch
I'm in a Lamb', I'm pushin' two hundred Bunyan on Bunyan, bitch
They said they forgot about us, but we ran it up, we touchin' money, bitch (Ayy)
They said we ran it up, we touchin' millions (Ayy) but we touchin' Bunyan, bitch (Shh, shh)
I don't know nothin', I don't know nobody, I'm on nothin', bitch
I'm on the boot-up, the cranky, the yankee, the Xan' the boot-up, lil' bitch
I heard the kids tryna stop me, yeah, I touched two mill', lil' bitch
I heard they tried to call God, bitch, I work with the devil, kid
[Post-Chorus]
I make 'еm fit on my schedule
Bitch, I been working with the dеvil, huh
Bitch, I been working with the devil, huh
I put the pedal to the metal, huh
I put this bitch on the bezel, huh
I put these diamonds on diamonds on pointers on pointers and not on no metal (Not on no metal, metal)

[Verse]
No, I don't fit in the middle
I already went to the top
They playing my shit like a fiddle, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, I'm making some bands, don't stop, yeah
I got a brand new drop (Drop), and watch how y'all just flop, yeah (dulio, 力を貸して)
I'm rocking Givenchy (Yeah), and I'm rockin' Balenci' (A million)
I'm rockin' that Marni, baby, and I'm rockin' that Ricky (Shh)
How you tryna get stuck up, lil' bitch? (Uh-huh) This shit could get tricky
Mm, you tryna go run up the kid, heard you tryna be blicky (Buh)
I don't give a fuck 'bout this shit, I don't fuck 'bout a fifty (Half)
I bought a crib in the Hills, I done got rich (Rich as fuck)
I give a fuck 'bout the feelings, lil' bitch, you suckin' the blick'
Ran up the sticks, ran up a muhfuckin' blitz, uh
They barely hear what I'm sayin', but I gotta tell you to get to that brain
I bought a Rollie Daytona and I bought a AP to match me the face
(Wah) Heard you wan' pull up and race
I got a muhfuckin' Urus, I'm bootin' up, I live in space
[Chorus]
(dulio, 力を貸して)
I'm in Paris, I'm in Paris, told her, "Let's get it," huh
I got bands, sittin' on bands, told 'em, "Let's get it," huh
My money tall, your money small, your money midget, huh
I had a Tonka before I had a Urus, lil' bitch had to flip that ball
Fuck what they said about me, they don't know nothin', they know nothin', bitch
I'm in a Lamb', I'm pushin' two hundred Bunyan on Bunyan, bitch
They said they forgot about us, but we ran it up, we touchin' money, bitch (Ayy)
They said we ran it up, we touchin' millions (Ayy) but we touchin' Bunyan, bitch (Shh, shh)
I don't know nothin', I don't know nobody, I'm on nothin', bitch
I'm on the boot-up, the cranky, the yankee, the Xan' the boot-up, lil' bitch
I heard the kids tryna stop me, yeah, I touched two mill', lil' bitch
I heard they tried to call God, bitch, I work with the devil, kid

[Post-Chorus]
(I make 'em fit on my schedule)
(Bitch, I been working with the devil, huh)
(Bitch, I been working with the devil, huh)
(I put the petal to the metal, huh)
(I put this bitch on the bezel, huh)
(I put these diamonds on diamonds on pointers on pointers and not on no metal, not on no metal, metal)

Yeat - Got It All sped up

[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhfuckin' slatt, ha (Slatt)
I'm fucking the twat, I'm fuckin' her hips, ha (Skrrt)
Twenty-four seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' bracelet, they on my head
Ridin' in that motherfuckin' coupe, she give me head
Motherfuckin' chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for they neck
[Post-Chorus]
You don't be inside of the Urus, I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money, I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no fucks about none of this clout, bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha
Yeah, I'ma flex, this stay on they nеck, neck, neck, bitch, I'm flexing a bag, who?
Yеah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet, bitch, and she look bad, ho
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip, yeah, I get a lot of cash, ho
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip, 'bout to flip that Tahoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit, yeah, muhfuckin' die, ho

[Verse]
Yeah, flip, flip, slatt
Lot of cash, big bag
In a Tonka, Mr. bad
Big body, big bag
I could say that I'm bad (Huh)
The devil my twin, ha (Huh)
They don't know that, ha (Huh)
I'm always gon' win, ha (Huh)
Ran this shit back for the deal, muhfuckin' squeal, grabbing the wheel, uh
The devil gon' call up my phone, lil' bitch, you know when it's real, uh (You know when it's real)
I sit in the circle, I'm walking around, I'm knowing the drill
Yeah, the devil be calling my phone like every damn day, man, the Perkies is real (Perkies is real)
Pull up, it's late at night, man, I'm knowing the drill, man, I'm knowing the drill
All of this shit get hectic, shit get bad, man, you knowin' the feel
The henchman, my Twizz and my snake, they be in the field (Buh, buh, buh)
A blessing, living this life out here, it's so real
I'm poppin' the muhfuckin' Percs again, I barely could feel
Yeah, I'm taking this shit all the way from the back, I'm knowing the feel
Yeah, I almost died to pour that shit, to pour that real
Yeah, I'm in the muhfuckin' broad Bentley, you don't know how it feel
Yeah, I'm in the muhfuckin' big ol' Tonka, swerving them wheels
Yeah, fuck that big ol', lil' ol' bitch, yeah, fuck that feel
Yeah, I bought the mansion inside the hills, I'm living the film
Yeah, yeah, they want a best dressed junkie, yeah, on some pills
[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhfuckin' slatt, ha (Slatt)
I'm fucking the twat, I'm fuckin' her hips, ha (Skrrt)
Twenty-four seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' bracelet, they on my head
Ridin' in that motherfuckin' coupe, she give me head
Motherfuckin' chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for they neck

[Post-Chorus]
You don't be inside of the Urus, I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money, I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no fucks about none of this clout, bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha
Yeah, I'ma flex, this stay on they neck, neck, neck, bitch, I'm flexing a bag, who?
Yeah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet, bitch, and she look bad, ho
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip, yeah, I get a lot of cash, ho
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip, 'bout to flip that Tahoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit, yeah, muhfuckin' die, ho

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah

Yeat - Comë on sped up

[Intro]
Yo, Luca, where you at?

[Pre-Chorus]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(Holy fuck, I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)

[Chorus]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyеs in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'еm, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished (Yeah)
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cost, you ain't paying attention
[Verse]
Birkin bag, holdin' weight
We some Gods, holy ones
Holy field, holy guts
Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just been takin' that smacks, I been shmunked out, bitch
All that shit is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'm on one now
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)

[Pre-Chorus]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(Holy fuck, I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)
[Chorus]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)

Yeat - Holy 1 sped up

[Intro]
(I-I—)
(I-I—)
(I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
(I got, I got)

[Chorus]
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Memphetamines killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and muhfuckin' spinnin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff
[Verse]
Yeah, I got some brothers, who movin' that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)
I touched me a muhfuckin' milli', yeah
I'm swervin' that fuckin' Chevy
I'm on the side with the gremlin, gremlin, pull up and fuck my system and the mayhem
Them drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
Drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
I'm takin' the Perc' with Amoxicillin, hit the ceiling lil' bitch, and I'm feelin' 'em (Ooh)
No, you can't rock with the mob, can't rock with the gang, lil' bitch, we not feeling you (Uh)
All this shit feeling familiar, uh
Gotta give me the lock and I'm killin' 'em (Ooh)
I touch a mill' every first of the month, that's why my pockets not big enough (Ooh)
Ride 'round the city inside of the Tonka, yeah, but this shit still not big enough (Ooh)
Come every time back from my break, yeah, and I'm all on the charts (Yeah)
When I geek up, lil' bitch, yeah I go to the sky, bitch, I live in the stars (What)
Fuck what you sayin', lil' bitch, you is not one of us, you is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this shit up, but I'm back on them charts (Yeah)
Headin' number one for the month, yeah, stay number one for the year (Yeah)
Yeah, I turn up the muhfuckin' metal, yeah, I'm crankin' them gears (Luh crank)
Yeah, I pull up to London with shanks on me, bitch, I'm stabbin' they ears (Luh shank)
Fuck what you sayin' lil' bitch, I'ma do all this shit, bitch, I do it for years

[Chorus]
(I got, I got)
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Memphetamines killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and muhfuckin' spinnin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff
[Outro]
Yeah, I got some brothers, who movin' that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)

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