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Sulaiman - Yea Yea Yea Lyrics



Sulaiman - Yea Yea Yea Lyrics




Sit right here I'll tell ya ass a lil' tale
Of how I whip the work I flip my wrist and put it to a scale
I used to f*ck your bitch let me rephrase that we used to share
I think you should be proud of that, mark it in yo almanac
Now nigga where my army at
I spot the weakest link I'm finna call em out
Don't trust no nig that never seen the shit I know what ballin's bout
You only deal with small amounts, f*ck you talkin' bout
I brought the squadron out, competition bring they coffins out
Boy I f*ck around and be yo daddy if my zipper wasn't stuck
And If yo mama wasn't a slut and rollin round in ballers trucks
Spotted us and wanted to be down like a ultrasound
Hoodied up my music loud you best believe I hold my ground
I stalk the town with seven supermodels make you buy the bottles
I rely on riding my bravado right into the grotto
She gon' see she won the lotto when I don't want nothing from her
Just to see her prosper and be outchea for another summer

Get up gotta get it I'm like yea yea
Calculate my digits I'm like yea yea yea
Don't call me bout specifics on this yea yea yea
We talk it when you get it be like yea yea yea
See not I be on my Karen O my yea yea yea
Don't handle snow that's for my bros that yea yea yea
The shirt the pants the shoes the fit is yea yea yea
Just do it how you do it it's a yea yea yea

They ask me how I do it I'm just doing me
Out here trynna dopplegang the steelo like it's two of me
One is not enough for my libido I need two or three
You don't wanna give it baby tell me why you holding me?
Grip me like a rosary but girl ain't no controlling me
Condom rapper go with me and shield me from the ovaries
I make sure you knowing we associate colloquially
Stop me if I go too deep you start to think emotionally
You got that fye fye but I keep my irons in some fires though
Riding round the city on some tires made by Firestone
Even my latinas be like papi super fire tho
I come in the party like I'm backing up the Brinks truck
Flexing on my exes keep that Badoit in my drink cup
Savoir faire, I speak in patois what I think up
Vantablack my link cuff, now it's like you starin' into space
Maybe that'll stop you staring in my face, know your place

Get up gotta get it I'm like yea yea
Calculate my digits I'm like yea yea yea
Don't call me bout specifics on this yea yea yea
We talk it when you get it be like yea yea yea
See not I be on my Karen O my yea yea yea
Don't handle snow that's for my bros that yea yea yea
The shirt the pants the shoes the fit is yea yea yea
Just do it how you do it it's a yea yea yea
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Sit right here I'll tell ya ass a lil' tale
Of how I whip the work I flip my wrist and put it to a scale
I used to f*ck your bitch let me rephrase that we used to share
I think you should be proud of that, mark it in yo almanac
Now nigga where my army at
I spot the weakest link I'm finna call em out
Don't trust no nig that never seen the shit I know what ballin's bout
You only deal with small amounts, f*ck you talkin' bout
I brought the squadron out, competition bring they coffins out
Boy I f*ck around and be yo daddy if my zipper wasn't stuck
And If yo mama wasn't a slut and rollin round in ballers trucks
Spotted us and wanted to be down like a ultrasound
Hoodied up my music loud you best believe I hold my ground
I stalk the town with seven supermodels make you buy the bottles
I rely on riding my bravado right into the grotto
She gon' see she won the lotto when I don't want nothing from her
Just to see her prosper and be outchea for another summer

Get up gotta get it I'm like yea yea
Calculate my digits I'm like yea yea yea
Don't call me bout specifics on this yea yea yea
We talk it when you get it be like yea yea yea
See not I be on my Karen O my yea yea yea
Don't handle snow that's for my bros that yea yea yea
The shirt the pants the shoes the fit is yea yea yea
Just do it how you do it it's a yea yea yea

They ask me how I do it I'm just doing me
Out here trynna dopplegang the steelo like it's two of me
One is not enough for my libido I need two or three
You don't wanna give it baby tell me why you holding me?
Grip me like a rosary but girl ain't no controlling me
Condom rapper go with me and shield me from the ovaries
I make sure you knowing we associate colloquially
Stop me if I go too deep you start to think emotionally
You got that fye fye but I keep my irons in some fires though
Riding round the city on some tires made by Firestone
Even my latinas be like papi super fire tho
I come in the party like I'm backing up the Brinks truck
Flexing on my exes keep that Badoit in my drink cup
Savoir faire, I speak in patois what I think up
Vantablack my link cuff, now it's like you starin' into space
Maybe that'll stop you staring in my face, know your place

Get up gotta get it I'm like yea yea
Calculate my digits I'm like yea yea yea
Don't call me bout specifics on this yea yea yea
We talk it when you get it be like yea yea yea
See not I be on my Karen O my yea yea yea
Don't handle snow that's for my bros that yea yea yea
The shirt the pants the shoes the fit is yea yea yea
Just do it how you do it it's a yea yea yea
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