Letra de No commënt - Yeat

I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)

(Ginseng)

I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)

(dulio, 力を貸して)

Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)

They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey

Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah)

I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Huh, bitch)

How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?)

How you faking that you got that money but you just a capper?

Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'

Yeah, they checking my Feng shui (Rah), I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth

Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk

For sure, I got another M just off the verse (Yeah)

Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag

Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl

I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah)

Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)

One thing about me, lil' bitch, I don't care about mentions at all (Ginseng)

What the fuck my pockets on? Bitch, fuck attention (Dulio, 力を貸して)

Paid my car off in cash, 'cause I just felt like it

Pulled up to Paris for the weekend, I just felt like it

I'ma pop back a couple of these (Sheesh, sheesh) Percs

On sick, bitch, I got disease (Sheesh, sheesh) yeah, it hurt (Sheesh)

Yeah, how you fucking on a splish? (Ha, sheesh)

Pulled up with a fucking wig on 'em (Sheesh)

Glock got a fucking switch on it (Sheesh)

Got a new tint, it's 'bout to switch on 'em (Sheesh)

.30 got a fucking clip on it (Sheesh)

And my dick got your bitches lips on it (Sheesh, Ginseng)

And the drum got a fucking stick on it (Sheesh)

I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)

(Ginseng)

I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)

(Dulio, 力を貸して)

Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)

They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey

Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah)

I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Huh, bitch)

How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?)

How you faking that you got that money but you just a capper?

Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'

Yeah, they checking my Feng shui (Rah), I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth

Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk

For sure, I got another M just off the verse (Yeah)

Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag

Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl

I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah)

Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)

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