Letra de When tha World Ends - Yeat & Lyfestyle Corporation

(Feat. Lyfestyle Corporation)

I got money, yeah, in every spot (Spot, yeah)

I got cribs, watches, blicks and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)

I got chains, bonds, cribs and stocks (Stocks, yeah-yeah)

I got cars, garages, docks and yachts (Yachts, yeah)

Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (Bots, yeah)

I got money, I got cribs and watches (Watch me)

I got money, I got shit, a lot

Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky

Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie

Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die

When I fly on planes, I'm on private life

Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife

Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy

I don't know, I don't wanna know

I don't know about this shit, I don't wanna know

I don't know about this shit, I don't wanna know (Yeah-yeah)

I don't go with this shit, I don't know nobody, yeah bitch

(Yeah-yeah)

I don't know about this shit, and I don't know you not my friend

I don't know about this shit, I don't wanna know, to [?] (Yeah)

Yeah, 'bout all that shit, I don't know 'bout it

Yeah, I could hear that shit, still don't know 'bout it (Shh)

Yeah, two feet in this ship, had no option bitch (Options, options)

That's why I made this shit, that's why I make profits, bitch (Profits, profits)

Yeah, had to risk my life, I wanna be poppin', bitch (Poppin')

Yeah, have to risk your life if you wanna make profits, bitch (Yeah, huh)

I got God talkin' to me, I feel like a prophet, bitch (Ooh)

Oh my God, I got Glocks, I got fuckin' sticks (Money)

Oh my God, shut the fuck up, what?, I don't wanna hear that shit (Shh)

Oh my God, test your luck, you gon' meet him, kid (Woah-woah)

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Just got them racks on you bitch

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Yeah, I would die about this shit

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Yeah, you'd get fried like a pig

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Yeah, you could die like a bitch

Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah

We used to be high, as em' kid

Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah

Really be fly as a pigeon (Brr)

Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah

Really be cookin' in the kitchen (Skrrr)

Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah

How you gon' always play the victim? (What?)

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (Bang?)

See you get killed them guns we got 'em damn

Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah

I been relaxed on them pills (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah

You don't know how the fuck it feel

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (The pills)

Yeah, you could die in the field

Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah (Hold up)

Yeah, hold up, I'ma always keep it real (Yeah-yeah)

I got money, yeah, in every spot (Spot, yeah)

I got cribs, watches, blicks and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)

I got chains, bonds, cribs and stocks (Stocks, yeah-yeah)

I got cars, garages, docks and yachts (Yachts, yeah)

Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (Bots, yeah)

I got money, I got cribs and watches (Watch me)

I got money, I got shit, a lot

Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky

Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie

Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die

When I fly on planes, I'm on private life

Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife

Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy

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