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Still Here
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Lil Yachty
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Yeah, yeah Uhuh Made 20 million, know it's crazy but this sh*t true Big G wack her like dust she was baby blue Feelin' like goin' might as well been a Gemini f**k a bad b*t*h in the back of the seminar Walk around real Royal with it like an Indian n***a want beef, no money? Please come again I don’t understand no bands, I give no beef n***a you a clown I can tell cause’ her asscheeks Bro them smokin big pounds like a sea brief Talkin’ real slow because the carrots in a n***a teeth I don’t give a f**k what they sayin if it ain’t guap n***a, hate boat, I ain’t even at the top spot One call, n***as on your head like a dreadlock Crack through the deadlock, f**kin’ like it’s wet lock Young money bedrock Bad b*t*h freckles on her face like a carrot top (Ayy) Get your head chopped n***as walk around mad? Must be adopted Opposite of emo, still a hot topic Cop it, drop it, went out, I rocked it I’m in the Bentley coupe, swerve like I lost it I got a check for two million, I flossed it Didn’t take my diamonds off, jumped in the moshpit I’m with lil set in the hood, I feel safer I used to f**k dirty b*t*hes out the Mayfair Ten chocolate hoes and ten vanilla wafers Ten unannounced the mixed sprees, scorin’ though Put em’ on Molly, got these b*t*hes hoein’ Put em’ on Molly, got these b*t*hes goin’ Put em’ on Molly, get that hoe away, she blowin’ up my phone, asking’ where I’m goin’ Ask her where the drugs, she say “Coke?” Nah this sh*t snorin’, scorin’ like I’m Jordan They say “where you been?” Nah, where I’m goin’? Been in that cut like a bum, but I’m still here I watched the game but my vision is still clear Look in the mirror, my neck, chandelier Ooh, I got a sl*t, she don’t want to leave Take care of her fees and she gon’ go HAM Make sure she ain’t hot like NBA JAM She can’t be on fire, I read about it in the Esquire That’s how you bring down the umpire Make sure she clean before she get hired f**k her from the back and then she get fired f**k that, I’m back in this b*t*h and I’m here to stay They didn’t give me credit for my sh*t So I get my credit another way I’m writing this sh*t for your favorite rapper Gettin sh*t gone like a street trapper They found out it’s me, that’s a knee slapper Stop doubting me, all your sh*t done Stop doubting me, I’m the jump starter Raise up the guap like a Kickstarter I want to touch on the Stalion I just need a second, I’ll hit from the back, boy I know it’s a blessing I just made a confession, I didn’t mean to do it But I get into it, I’m really intuitive All of the moves that I make they be lucrative I will not liquidate I’m with this black b*t*h, thick like a milkshake Clap like an earthquake Stop with the rapping, just do it for (?) sake I’m in my bag like a (?) plate Stick to the money that sh*t be my soulmate Posted with the gang on the block at the home base I’m gettin head, that sh*t straight like a front lace Eat up the (?), babygirl tell them how that taste Yeah
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