Letra de Diseasë - Yeat & Lyfestyle Corporation

(Feat. Lyfestyle Corporation)

(All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest)

(Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese)

(Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece)

(And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police)

Yeah, yeah

I got juice in my cup (Yeah)

Spark it up then

Light it up then, call your dead man

Tell me, yeah, do your bands dance?

Juice in my cup, ridin' fast, huh, big whip

In the Tonka truck and I can't crash

'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast

Yeah, you seem so dead, we chopped your head off (Woo-woo-woo)

If we so dead, then why we so rich and why we so alive? (Yeah)

I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-woo)

Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I've been so fly (Phew)

I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh

Always got them turnin' around

Break your neck then

Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man

Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO man

You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then

We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock

Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it

Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese

And I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease

And I got so much of this money

Put 'em in whips, I put 'em in trees

Got the money, shank, the power, respect

The thing I only need

And you want to get head like me

But you never seen what I've seen

I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest

Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese

Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece

And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police

I got juice in my cup (Yeah)

Spark it up then

Light it up then, call your dead man

Tell me, yeah, do your bands dance?

Juice in my cup, ridin' fast, huh, big whip

In the Tonka truck and I can't crash

'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast

Yeah, you seem so dead, we chopped your head off (Woo-woo-woo)

If we so dead, then why we so rich and why we so alive? (Yeah)

I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-woo)

Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I've been so fly (Phew)

I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh

Always got them turnin' around Break your neck then

Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man

Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO man

You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then

We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock

Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it

Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese

And I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease

And I got so much of this money

Put 'em in whips, I put 'em in trees

Got the money, shank, the power, respect

The thing I only need

And you want to get head like me

But you never seen what I've seen

I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

Yeah, all white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest

Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese

Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece

And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police (Yeah, yeah)

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