Tommy Lee

Tyla Yaweh

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    Ah, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio
    I'm okay
    Papa
    You want papa?
    I want you Papa
    Aight
    XL Eagle made it

    You always talkin' about it, you never makin' no profit, uh
    I treat my hoes like a option, if she talkin' and get out of pocket
    I'm livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
    To look at me, that cost a fee, them double C's all on my feet
    You always talkin' about it, yeah, you always talkin' about it
    You say that you rockin' a private, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
    Livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
    To look at me, that cost a fee, them double C's all on my feet

    I change my color to Nipsey blue
    Your racks looking smaller, that shit pitiful
    If you tryna get so physical
    That .45 will make you invisible
    I'm living my life like a criminal
    I call that shit first 48
    We quiet, there's no one to blame, yeah
    My lawyer say: We beat the case
    I'm livin' my life, celebration
    I'm thankin' the Lord, I got patience
    I'm lovin' the way that she take it
    I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
    She bringing it back just to prove it (prove it)
    I'm giving her work just to move it, yeah
    I'm living a life that I'm choosin', yeah
    I'm getting these racks, getting stoopid, yeah

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    You always talkin' about it, you never makin' no profit, uh
    I treat my hoes like a option, if she talkin' and get out of pocket
    I'm livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
    To look at me, that cost a fee, them double C's all on my feet
    You always talkin' about it, yeah, you always talkin' about it
    You say that you rockin' a private, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
    Livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
    To look at me, that cost a fee, them double C's all on my feet

    Pull up with a drum like I'm Tommy Lee (pew, pew, pew, pew, p-pew)
    Yaweh got the stick, came to rock with me (rock with me)
    Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me (rocks on me)
    I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me (damn)
    I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' as shit (wow)
    I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch (wow)
    I hop out the plane and went straight to the whip (oh)
    I know they can see, I think that's pretty cool if you askin' me
    Bugatti, no body roll, curtains in back of the candy roll
    I love my lawyer calls, I hate when I run outta smokes
    Pull up to the party, oh, yeah we like to party
    I finish the bottle dog, get this bitch jumpin', no Mario
    Still shit's so, hard
    Cigarettes, cough
    Bathroom stalls
    Please don't save my life, oh

    You always talkin' about it, you never makin' no profit, uh
    I treat my hoes like a option, if she talkin' and get out of pocket
    I'm livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
    To look at me, that cost a fee, them double C's all on my feet
    You always talkin' about it, yeah, you always talkin' about it
    You say that you rockin' a private, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
    Livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
    To look at me, that cost a fee, them double C's all on my feet

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    Composición: Post Malone y Tyla Yaweh

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