Lil Yachty - LOTUS FLOWER BOMB на Lyrkit

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LOTUS FLOWER BOMB

LOTUS FLOWER BOMB

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, it's us
Clearly I be gas, you be used to lames
You never been this high, these drugs, these private planes (Too high)
All these niggas deep fried, they can't come near this lane (Fried)
C-O-N-C-R-E-T-E, that's my gang (It's 'crete)
Millions spent on chains, bracelets, diamond rings (Mm-hmm)
You can get this all if you keep it real (Mm-hmm)
I'm gon' tell you things you can never spill (Mm-hmm)
Head up on your shoulders like you throbbing, yeah (Mm-hmm)
This year alone I paid fifteen bags (On God)
Lately I been grinding like I skate on rinks (On God)
Know my niggas solid, every one of us share (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah yeah
If I call 'em brother, they'll never tell (On God)
I just copped a coupe and a SR pill
My niggas make their money standing by the mill (Uh, uh, uh)

I think you're staying alive in my heart and I be wanting to make love to it and I don't know if you're gonna be sad if it's like the [?]
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

Baby, why would I get mad? (Why? Uh)
Play this shit so loud, make your neighbors mad (Uh, on God, Uh, uh)
They say that we goats, Angelina, Brad (Uh, on God, Uh, uh)
I like how we flow, we don't ever clash (Uh, mm-hmm uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, it's us, uh)
Keep me on my toes, keep these niggas mad (Uh, on my toes, uh, uh)
Keep me from these hoes, keep from going sad (Uh, mm-hmm)
Pussy so damn wet, gon' turn me to a dad (Yeah, brr)
Birds of a feather flock together, we gon' stick forever (Us)
You can spend my cheddar, now you looking better (On God)
These niggas ain't real and you know (No)
These niggas broke, these niggas hoes (Uh, uh)
Tell me which bag you want, eenie-meenie-miney-mo (Tell me which bag)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, it's us)
I'm gon' buy you Birkins, that's for certain (Yeah)

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