โหลดเพลง mp3 Yeah Right - Vince Staples

Yeah Right (是啊，对啊) (Explicit) - Vince Staples
Written by：Vince Staples/Samuel Long/Harley Streten/Kendrick Duckworth/Laura Jane Lowther
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Is your house big is your car nice
Is your girl fine f**k her all night
Is you well paid are your shows packed
If your song played would they know that
How the thug life how the love life
How the workload is your buzz right
Do the trap jump is the club right
Got your head right boy yeah right
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Pretty women wanna slit the wrist
Pretty women wanna be a rich man's b**ch
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new a** new lips
Pretty women wanna push a benz
Come correct and she won't let you in
Thumbin' through the checks she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck is them pretend

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Got an enemy that changes dependin' what direction

You're facin'

Got an enemy that tells you off blockin' what's efficient

You're placed in

You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle

You're chasin'

Keep pretendin' that you real
Until every selfie is erased

Pop 'til it's fakin'
Pop 'til the wrist pop
Pop 'til he shakin'
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation
No allegation
Popular demand I understand my name is only for conversation
New York ni**a be like deadass
L a ni**a be like on the dead homies
I was off the porch like fed ex
211 got bread on me
K dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp
Temporary pimp nah don't remember them
Just canary yellow gem jumping out the f**kin' gym
Swang like new dana dane I ride dirty
Paid like two david wayne's retire early
Fade like shadows corrallin' the cattle
A b**ches decision for you is narrow
Collision the money and fame the pharaoh
The physicist the chemist the lame
Collateral for kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
A sad ni**a yeah right
I don't fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin' though my last four kills for the highlights
My life high life high five bye bye
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