Yeat – Rëal Six Lyrics

Yeat – Rëal six Lyrics

Yeat Rëal six Lyrics

All of my brothers with me, they rockin’ that Chrome Hearts (Yeah)
All of my thots they love me, they b*ng my phone- (Yeah)
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day
M.I.A
We turn up a notch, we turning it- sick
Ride round that b!tch with a- yeah, blick
Took me the ecstasy, I’m high, can’t even sit
And this chain so heavy, I’ma die, Glock sit on my hips (Say)
I’m driving around this city, and I posted a V.I.P
It be your own city that’ll kill you, like R.I.P Nip
I went with this b!tch, picked up that fire, I bought me the ship (Yeah)
I’m chillin’ up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip (Yeah)
Pour a four up in my soda, just so I can dip
Walked inside the pent and posted on my hip
I told you to make a rack, I don’t need none of your help
My wrist livin’ underwater, might as well call this kelp
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day
M.I.A
A jumpman could beat your head
Every last one of my b!tches love on me
And I hate to say it, but I’m h*rny
And they just lick on, all of me
I went and put my wrist on, no degree (Yeah)
I went put my rich on, with no degrees

b!tch gon’ die then go to heaven
All of my pockets really filled up with some knots, yeah, b!tch they really breaded
Any time I told you I was talkin’ sh!t, better know I really meant it
I can’t even with my time with a broke b!tch, nah she can’t spend a penny
Got another verse, it ain’t all independent, yeah (Yeah)
Got another verse, got another pendant on me
I just left the earth, until they landed on me
I just told her pull up, and break it down on me
How the hell you pull up, then go turn around on me

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All of my brothers with me, they rockin’ that Chrome Hearts (Yeah)
All of my thots they love me, they b*ng my phone- (Yeah)
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day
M.I.A
We turn up a notch, we turning it- sick
Ride round that b!tch with a- yeah, blick (What?)
Took me the ecstasy, I’m high, can’t even sit
And this chain so heavy, I’ma die, Glock sit on my hips (Say)
I’m driving around this city, and I posted a V.I.P
It be your own city that’ll kill you, like R.I.P Nip
I went with this b!tch, picked up that fire, I bought me the ship (Yeah)
I’m chillin’ up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip (Yeah)
Pour a four up in my soda, just so I can dip
Walked inside the pent and posted on my hip
I told you to make a rack, I don’t need none of your help
My wrist livin’ underwater, might as well call this kelp
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day
M.I.A
A jumpman could beat your head
Every last one of my b!tches love on me
And I hate to say it, but I’m h*rny
And they just lick on, all of me
I went and put my wrist on, no degree (Yeah)
I went put my rich on, with no degrees