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Yeat - LYING 5 FUN Lyrics



Yeat - LYING 5 FUN Lyrics
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(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh

(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)

(Ooh woo, woo)
Uh, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X
Like I told you boys again, they foreign checks, huh
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do thots from side to side
We don't do thots, we up and down
We don't do old money, only do new money
Yeah, we got thots, they coming around
Loaded up, pulling up, bitch, every time I'm holdin' it down, here from the ground
Lil' Uzi bussin', yeah, Lil Uzi adlib, turn it around, turn it around
Bitch, I'm a big bank motherf*cker, yeah, holding me down
Bitch, I'm a rich-ass motherf*cker, yeah, yeah, holding me down
Yeah, slap that bitch from the back, I'm a dog, she own this pound, uh, yeah
We on a new level, everything, f*ck 'em, we holdin' the sound down
F*ck, I think we got the money, we hold them in all the accounts
Yeah, we don't do lil' shit, we don't give no shit, no ounce
Yeah, he gon' f*ck that thot, f*ck her, 'round the house, yeah

(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh

(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)
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(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh

(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)

(Ooh woo, woo)
Uh, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X
Like I told you boys again, they foreign checks, huh
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do thots from side to side
We don't do thots, we up and down
We don't do old money, only do new money
Yeah, we got thots, they coming around
Loaded up, pulling up, bitch, every time I'm holdin' it down, here from the ground
Lil' Uzi bussin', yeah, Lil Uzi adlib, turn it around, turn it around
Bitch, I'm a big bank motherf*cker, yeah, holding me down
Bitch, I'm a rich-ass motherf*cker, yeah, yeah, holding me down
Yeah, slap that bitch from the back, I'm a dog, she own this pound, uh, yeah
We on a new level, everything, f*ck 'em, we holdin' the sound down
F*ck, I think we got the money, we hold them in all the accounts
Yeah, we don't do lil' shit, we don't give no shit, no ounce
Yeah, he gon' f*ck that thot, f*ck her, 'round the house, yeah

(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh

(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)
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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Rafe Nelson, William Slayton Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Performed By: Yeat
From Album: Lyfestyle
Language: English
Length: 3:55
Written by: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Rafe Nelson, William Slayton Lambert
Year: 2024

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