Flawless Lyrics – Yeat

Flawless Lyrics by Yeat

Out here thuggin’ my boy
How many money chains you made, jit?
Shit, sixty-five, you heard me?
Hold on, what your money on your shoes for?

That mean I walk to the money
Damn
You know what I’m saying?
Money on my watch, that mean time is money

Money on my phone, that mean I talk to the money
Money on my chain, that mean the money hang with me [Oh, really
Money on my hat, that mean money on my mind
Money on my Kool-Aid, that mean my money sweet

Oh, yeah, G, what the— what is on your, uh, shades for?
Shades, that mean I see the money, you heard me?
Out here thuggin’, you feel me? Just chillin’
Sixty-five money chains on my neck, oh, yeah

Out here thuggin,’ you know what I’m saying? Chillin’
Sharedatb#tchlikeapizza, you heard me?
You don’t exist
Take a Perc’ in the Tonka, that’s it

Money swollen like cyst, huh
They didn’t put faith in the kid, huh
Look at the Bentley Mulsanne in my hanger, the big body, pull off the road, watch it spin [Woo
I’m the one, got the VVS diamonds, I doubled that sh#t, then I tripled again

Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, woah [Did it again
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, woah [Did it again
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, woah [Did it again]

Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Buffy the Vampire Slayer with these Cartiers [Cartier
Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah [Oh, yeah
Even though she is in love, I am still heartless, yeah [Heartless

Mixed up the party pack, popped like a molly
I was the first young n#gg# rockin’ Marni
Young n#gg#, yeah, I’m raw like molly
Yeah, I’m so raw I don’t need to use a condom, I’m sorry

When I play golf, only time for a par
All of my watch cost me a new car [Hah
Don’t need my b#tch and I treat her like mine
So-so my sneaker and I still take the Parras

Yeah, said to my twizzy, this Percocet right here, this sh#t got my dizzy
When life give you lemons, they crush that, it’s Simply
n#gg#s, they refine’ like mice and like Minnie and Mickey
Rock Balenciaga on Dickie

I got too stupid, that Glock, and it came with a switch
And ideally I ran a lil’ sticky
I was the one that was in here doin’ business
I was the one who mixin’ the Perc’ and the Bennie

I was the one who was pushin’ the limit
Run up the numbers like it was a scrimmage
Ran up the bands on you broke-ass n#gg#s, ran up them ba-a-ands
I got them racks all in my own pants, you n#gg#s fa-a-ans

You don’t exist
Take a Perc’ in the Tonka, that’s it
Money swollen like cyst, huh
They didn’t put faith in the kid, huh

Look at the Bentley Mulsanne in my hanger, the big body, pull off the road, watch it spin [Woo
I’m the one, got the VVS diamonds [Woo], I doubled that sh#t, then I tripled again
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, woah [Did it again

Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, woah [Did it again
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah [Did it again]
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Yeat Lyrics – Flawless

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