Listen to Admit It by Yeat

Admit It

Yeat

Hip-Hop/Rap

505 Shazams

Lyrics

Hmm-mm, it's so elegant I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant My money bigger than big, like an elephant (Bak got the game on lock, you heard me?) Yeah (yeah) I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant My money bigger than big, like an elephant She eat the dick in her mouth like a pelican Rock with the realest and none of us hesitant Speakin' some facts, I should be the president Felt like it's porn without all the cameramen Once I get money, I won't be depressed again Say what I mean, you know what was happening Beatin' my checks like buss down King Kong Only got two cups, don't play ping pong This shit too catchy, come on sing along Yeah, I'll admit it, I live like a junkie But I still did it, man, whole lotta money You wanna split it, I don't find it funny Know I won't quit it, she hop like a bunny Pots over kick it, you know I get wicked You talkin' the shit on Twitter, you's a cricket Yes I'm a stoner, I know I'll admit it Bitch yeah, I'm leanin', I pivot Your money tall as a midget Yeah, my money changin' in digits I'm high as fuck like a pigeon, yeah (yeah) Don't get it wrong, don't get twisted I'm goin' up, my ass you can kiss it (bye-bye), bye I can't fuck with nobody, seem they recording me Copy my drip, it's like I imported 'em Sip on the DJ Fay, yeah, I pour it up She too hot, feel like it's Florida, uh (ha-ha) We in the back of the Benz with her friends She wan' dance, get a game On my dick with her friends No, I won't split it, I fuck on these bitches The back of the building, yeah that's where we kick it I'm gettin' this money, you're short like a midget Not talkin' Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang, I kick it I just called Chief, yeah, listen (brrt) I got new sheets, yeah, exquisite I got this money, my gang, I split it I'm misunderstood how I don't fit in (fuck off) I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant My money bigger than big, like an elephant She eat the dick in her mouth like a pelican Rock with the realest and none of us hesitant Speakin' some facts, I should be the president Felt like it's porn without all the cameramen Once I get money, I won't be depressed again Say what I mean, you know what was happening Yeah, yeah With the OG gas 'cause she see it from the top show (oh) Your racks so trash, wrap it in a nutshell (wrap it up, wrap it up) Yeah, I do not ask, I do not show and tell (I do not show and tell) Yeah, I'm gettin' calls, I'ma get clients now Boy, I need that cash and that shit like pronto Rollin' a leaf in the woods, smoke fine toke Pourin' up deuce in the blue, what a fine tone Every day I get a present, this shit like Santa Boy, you keep talkin' shit, we gon' get fed up (we gon' get fed up) Yeah, all in my cheese, all in my feta (all in my feta) I cannot trust all you 12 Sick in the water just like it's a well (well) They wish me the worst, they don't wish me well I got a song, it's called I can tell I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant My money bigger than big, like an elephant She eat the dick in her mouth like a pelican Rock with the realest and none of us hesitant Speakin' some facts, I should be the president Felt like it's porn without all the cameramen Once I get money, I won't be depressed again Say what I mean, you know what was happening
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