Lyrics Oliver Francis – Yeee
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Gucci my feet
Sippin’ Ciroc with my girl on the beach
Bitch I ain’t never been cheap
Maison Margiela and Saint-Laurent jeans, ya
I fucked that bitch and she turned to a fiend
Boy I’m the shit what the fuck do you mean
Lil’ boy I’m the shit what the fuck do you mean
Louis my glasses
Hit the blunt and flick the ashes
All of these rappers they lack the compassion
I’m in the whip blowin’ past ’em, ey
I gotta make a confession
This money become my obsession
My mama she said it ain’t healthy now she’s whippin’ in a tesla, ey
Brunette bitch like Kylie
With a blonde haired bitch like Miley
One dude ten wifeys
Pretty boy swag with the wrist too icy, ya
I get the glory eternally
Go ask your bitch yeah I know that she heard of me
Gettin’ that money a motherfuckin’ certainty bitch
(A motherfuckin’ certainty bitch)
Bottle poppin’ with the squad, ey
Balenciaga, Fear of God, ey
Infinity and then beyond, ey
Cell Saga Gohan, ey
I wake up at noon
Rollin’ some weed and i do what i do
Bitch said im wet she look like Sailor Moon, ouu
Gucci my feet
Sippin Ciroc with my girl on a beach
Bitch i ain’t never been cheap
Maison Margiela and Saint-Laurent jeans, ya
I’m smokin’ coconut weed
I fucked that bitch and she turned to a fiend
Boy im the shit what the fuck do you mean
Lil’ boy im the shit what the fuck do you mean, ya
Louis my glasses
Hit the blunt and flick the ashes
All of these rappers they lack the compassion
Im in the whip blowin’ past ’em, ey
I gotta make a confession
This money become my obsession
I’m smokin this weed i ain’t stressin’
Surfer boy im giving lessons
