Listen to Balënci Feet by Yeat

Balënci Feet

Yeat

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

No way! Smokin', I'm all in my way, slidin' Let's go, aye aye, talk about this shit real quick Yeah, turn up, real quick Shit, real quick (yeah, let's go) Stepped out Saturday, Balenciaga feet (yeah) Say yo' pockets February, just where yo' pockets be Say they doin' this and doin that, boy you not as hot as me Coach told me hit like every time, this why you started me (yeah) Bitch I'm on these percs got a bag on from me, you just startled me Bags, hundreds, bags yeah, why you always bother me? (why?) Every time you got a problem, like why the hell you callin' me? I can't even show what the hell I been doin, 'cause they all copy me Rolls Royce, 4-Door truck, know I'm coppin' it Suicide doors on the Corvette, I'm moddin' it We just got back to the Hotel, yo' bitch is slobberin' Take so many damn percs, they like, what you bottling? (drank) Drank man scored, he just told me he got bottles in They think that they rappin' 'bout some shit Boy that's just a common saying Still gon' get to the cheese everyday Fuck what yo' commas say (uh, let's go) I just threw away my phone, I don't wanna conversate (whoa) Racks on me, bands on me (hey) Watch her dance on me, dance on it (hey) I'ma smash on her, smash on it, yeah (hey) Gettin' way too silly, throw some cash on her He told me that she love me for real Well I almost passed on it (Haha) All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk) Remember I had that car in like two months, I still won't cap about it When I had that Jeep on Jeepers Creepers, pushin' two-hundred mid at night You could lean with me one time and I swear I could change yo' life Trust me, you won't even feel like the real you When that EDD hit twice She said, yeat, why you still got so much?, I don't even know why Man I swear the last time I took that shit I talked to my demon and cried Yeah we all humans, yeah you don't have to lie Richard Mill', Aston Martin, one of a kind In my DM, can I get that shit for free', stop wastin' my time I been standin' up for all these years, I'm next in line (Ah, ah, ah) When I get that bag, that bag, take my trip and die (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Just hope I go up, before I end up dyin' All these broke ass penny pinching kids, get off my line They say, yeat where you at? you not alive I don't remember life Nobody really got yo' back, boy, you just a lie 'Cause you ain't really solid like that, you switching sides Track came with an ice pack, like put my thighs Stepped out Saturday, Balenciaga feet (Yeah) Say yo' pockets February, just where yo' pockets be Say they doin' this and doin that, boy you not as hot as me (uh) Coach tell me, hit like every time, this why you stuttering (yeah) Bitch I'm on these percs got a bag on from me, you just startled me Bags, hundreds, bags yeah, why you always bother me? (Why?) Every time you got a problem, like why the hell you callin' me? I can't even show what the hell I been doin, 'cause they all copy me Rolls Royce 4-Door truck, know I'm coppin' it Suicide doors on the Corvette, I'm moddin' it We just got back to the Hotel, yo' bitch is slobberin' Take so many damn percs, they like, what you bottling? Drank man scored, he just told me he got bottles in They think that they rappin' 'bout some shit Boy that's just a common saying Still gon' get to the cheese everyday Fuck what yo' commas say (uh, uh, let's go) I just threw away my phone, I don't wanna conversate Racks on me, bands on me (hey) Watch her dance on me, dance on it I'ma smash on her, smash on it, yeah Gettin' way too silly, throw some cash on her He told me that she love me for real Well I almost passed on it (haha) All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk) Remember I had that car in like two months I still won't cap about it
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