Yeat & Lil Wayne – Lyfestylë Lyrics

Lyfestylë

Yeat & Lil Wayne

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"Lyfestylë." - Yeat & Lil Wayne

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:38 am

Album: 2093 (P2)

Track No: 09

All you wanna see is diamonds
All I wanna see is violence
You don't know how inside of my mind gets
Shut ya mouth, close ya eyelids
Pay ya price
I'm not surprised that I live this life
Could you do what I did and do it twice?
Could you make your money up and tell a lie?
Could you come inside the building all night?
Could you work around the clock all night? Yeah
Could you work on the job all night?
Could you work on the jaw all night? Yeah
All that molly why your jaw so tight
And you almost lost your job tonight
This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherfuckin' pipe
Yeah, I love the feeling when it's wrong, not right
Yeah, I'm sick and twisted, no, my brain not right
It's on autopilot, let it fly all night
But don't let them go crazy, don't let it turn you to a lie
But don't get so damn crazy that it stab you with a knife
Lock in with all the voices, yeah, don't let 'em tell ya lies
And you probably see a demon if you look me in the eyes
Look me in the eyes, you see my eyes bleedin'
Oh, that bitch give me head, that bitch give me brain, I feel like a mind reader
Ooh, look up, it's a bird, look up, it's a plane, no, bitch, it's a Desert Eagle
Got them **** on pins and needles, on thin ice like ballerinas
I ain't playin' with they bitch asses
Lil' Tunechi, I spit acid
Small feet, but I kick asses
Call me and yo' bitch answer
I been on the job 24/7
I keep the AK-47
I'm a cheese head, but my ho yellow
I'm outside like Coachella
Her mouth dry, but her throat wetter
I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife-beater in cold weather
Brown skin ****, I'm a gold medal
All my watches on demon time, all these diamonds, I can't even see the time
Pockets, they be on dinner time, Thanksgiving time, November slime
Judge always tryna give me time, gave me fed time and that's plenty time
And I got time like the end of time, I'll kill a ****, like I'm killin' time, uh
It's me and lil' Yeat, what's happenin'?
Sick and twisted evil bastards
Smoke a ****, where the matches?
And let his mama have the ashes, Mula
All you wanna see is diamonds
Let it shine
All I wanna see is violence
You don't know how the inside of my mind gets
Let it shine
Shut ya mouth, close ya eyelids
Pay ya price
Don't you join a world that you could never live a life, yeah
Don't it feel amazing when you playing with the spite? Yeah
I know you feel crazy when you put it on ya life
I know you getting lazy when you say you'd rather die
I know I'm getting lazy when I say I'll let it fly
Pull up with the Martians and they know I'm 'bouta fly
I do this for my life and
All this money, it get trifling
But I'm trifling, 'cause I'm on bad timing
But it's also perfect timing, 'cause I need to remind you
Of all the shit you said when I was behind you
Pay ya price
I'm not surprised that I live this life
Could you do what I did and do it twice?
Could you make your money up and tell a lie?
Could you come inside the building all night?
Could you work around the clock all night? Yeah
Could you work on the job all night?
Could you work on the jaw all night? Yeah
All that molly why your jaw so tight
And you almost lost your job tonight
This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherfuckin' pipe

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, Joey Fenderson & Salah Nizami.

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