Yeat – Wat it feel lykë Lyrics

Yeat – Wat it feel lykë Lyrics
Wat it feel lykë
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    "Wat it feel lykë." - Yeat

    Album: Lyfë
    Track No: 04
    (I-I-I—)
    (I-I-I—)
    (I-I-I—)
    (I-I-I—)
    (I-I-I'm working on dying)
    (BNYX)
    Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
    Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc', you 'bout that pill life
    Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
    Yeah, tell me what it feel like
    I wanna flood my Red' like I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
    I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth
    Heard you went back like PEZ
    I stack it up all ways, yeah
    Tall money, big money, small money
    I got the bitch out the bank off-late
    I can't even fuck with them same, they a motherfuckin' rat, they a motherfuckin' fed
    Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
    I don't give a fuck what you say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read
    I don't give a shit what you sayin', you a goddamn rat (Ayy)
    Yeah, I like the coupe with the blick, but the bitch all black (Ayy)
    Yeah, I got a blick with a tooth and it bite down back (Ayy)
    (And I swerve in the coupe, paint the bitch all black, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
    Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc', you 'bout that pill life
    Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
    Yeah, tell me what it feel like
    I wanna flood my Red' like I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
    I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth
    Heard you went back like PEZ
    I stack it up all ways, yeah
    Tall money, big money, small money
    I got the bitch out the bank off-late
    I can't even fuck with them same, they a motherfuckin' rat, they a motherfuckin' fed
    Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
    I don't give a fuck what you say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read
    You a goddamn rat, ayy
    And the bitch all black, ayy
    Bite down back, ayy
    And I swerve in the coupe, paint the bitch all black, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Writer(s): Noah Smith & Benjamin Saint Fort.

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