That Yeah - NextYoungin

I loved you baby since we were at school I didn't show it, I was a fool You were burning I was cold as ice And baby now I realise Oh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh I gave you misery, I gave you lies And if I hurt you, I apologize I love your lips and I love your eyes I love your breasts, I love your thighs Oh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Now all that I can do is hope and pray That you'll forgive me before it's too late There's only one thing I can say to you You know I love you, you know it's true Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck my ex (Fuck my ex) Thought it was over, huh? It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch Round two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And it's still fuck my ex (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch that is tryna be petty Don't want no smoke Lil' hoe, you not ready (Nah) Got good aim, keep the .5 real steady (What?) I'ma fuck your friend, she gon' ride like a Chevy Can't be me and you hate that shit Tryna send me offline but I ate that shit (What?) The look in your eye, know you ain't that bitch You shit like COD, but this ain't no fish, uh (Woo, woo) These hoes really be regular, degular Shmegular, callin' my cellular, ayy (Brr) I do this shit in my sleep, it ain't hard There ain't really no competitor, ayy You do some shit and I make it look better You can just call me a editor, ayy I break it up to the smallest level This shit right here is molecular, ayy (Woah, woah, woah), woah I run it up, Usain (Usian) Hop out the Bently, the Mulsanne (Skrrt) You can't get in 'cause you lame (Lame) They all know me, I got two names Woah, matter of fact four You show some fakeness, kick you out the door Got niggas and bitches, keep that on the low Fuck my ex, yeah, that bitch is a hoe Daddy or Baddie, this shit don't matter They see me, they want what I'm havin', uh (Havin') Cut a bitch off real quick I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave her the saddest (Saddest) Fuck my ex, fuck my ex That bitch was way too average Fuck my ex, fuck my ex You want her, you can have her I ain't met a bitch I needed yet, ayy (Ayy) All in my face, but I only see the check, ayy (Ayy) That pussy ain't nothin', but I might receive the neck, ayy Kick that hoe to the curb Just call me David Beck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Bitch, I don't wanna hear a word (Get down, get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Bitch, I don't wanna hear a word (Get down, get down) (Get down) (Get down, get down) And it's on sight, stay ducked, bitch

Garmvn with this heat (Blah, blah, blah) Bang If it ain't 'bout bands, baby, I ain't tryna speak (Haha) I'm too drippy in this party, and my shorty, She on fleek (My shorty, she on fleek) Why you flexin' 40K? Man, I see that every week (Baow) And you better ask about me, boy, I'm valid in these streets (Haha) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) When I'm VIP, got 'em under stress Johnny Dang on my neck, I know you see these big baguettes (Bling) Applying real pressure, got my foot up on they necks I don't even gotta talk, 'cause my girl gon' rep the set (On the gang) Boy, you tryna top, but you stuck up at the bottom He say they too exclusive, but I already got 'em (Ha) I told my shooter, "Let him go, I already got him" (No cap) I don't do the free clout, I never talk about 'em (Hell nah) She said she wanna hear me freestyle, but I'm not a rapper (Ayy) How the hell your legs hella small, but your ass fatter? (How?) Baby said she love me, damn, I'm flattered Told that girl to say my name and she called me, "Daddy" If it ain't 'bout bands, baby, I ain't tryna speak (Haha) I'm too drippy in this party, and my shorty, She on fleek (My shorty, she on fleek) Why you flexin' 40K? Man, I see that every week (Baow) And you better ask about me, boy, I'm valid in these streets (Haha) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) I be beatin' up the box like a drummer (Uh) I said I wanna see her again, and she said, "That's a bummer" (Grr) She said my money dumb, well my chain dumber (Ice) Chain cold up in the winter and the summer (Uh) I'm the real plug and, lil' boy, you just a runner Flexin' with that .22, you not a real gunner (Rrow) You need to kick the cup, you gettin' fat, you need a punter She thought she was a baddie, but I ain't even stunned (Hell naw) She said she wanna hear me freestyle, but I'm not a rapper (Ayy) How the hell your legs hella small, but your ass fatter? (How?) Baby said she love me, damn, I'm flattered Told that girl to say my name and she called me, "Daddy" If it ain't 'bout bands, baby, I ain't tryna speak (Haha) I'm too drippy in this party, and my shorty, She on fleek (My shorty, she on fleek) Why you flexin' 40K? Man, I see that every week (Baow) And you better ask about me, boy, I'm valid in these streets (Haha) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah)

(Spain, what you doing?) This that G-Model 6, she let me hit when pigs fly So I put a cop on a plane This bitch trippin' on me, I'on know why (Huh) Ho, you not even my main I'm rockin Louis V, Balmain I leave a opp wet up in the rain Too many bitches feel like Daddy Kaine (Let's go) Bob The Builder, I hit you with a crane Got a bag on you niggas, what's up? (Lil bitch) I got nothing but Runtz in my blunt (Swoo) He say he got muddy in his cup But I found out that it was the tuss (no cap) He see us and the envy come up Finna hop out the Bentley truck (skirt skirt) Interior white, don't fuck this shit up She lick it up so good it make me cuss, fuck Gotta run it up (Uh) Big boss moves, can't fuck it up (Uh) In the strip club, might chuck it up Bought her a new ass, now she got double butt I made to drip in Amiri Laugh at yo fit you so silly, I'm finna rack up a milli' I might hit you with this ray, I'm not talkin' Billy That lil' bitch wet no willy I got treasure on my neck feel like Nicolas Cage Said she don't know me but she stalking my page Got this nigga wife stripping Up in my bedroom and just like a gamer, he rage (Haha) Look at me I made a way (Let's get it) Had to push some people out the way (No cap) These niggas be tryna stay (Let's go) Six feet under, that's where you gone lay This that G-Model 6, she let me hit when pigs fly So I put a cop on a plane This bitch trippin' on me, I'on know why (Huh) Ho, you not even my main I'm rockin Louis V, Balmain I leave a opp wet up in the rain Too many bitches feel like Daddy Kaine (Let's go) Bob The Builder, I hit you with a crane (Woo) Rockin' the two tone Niggas be clueless, yeah, they stuck in a loop hole You little like a flute hole (Uh) Move ho, but you made it this far, nigga, I give you kudos (Uh) I just don't understand How a motherfucker like me ain't put a beam on ya face You a disgrace, don't slip up, nigga, there's a time and the place My niggas they ready, they finna catch this case Bullet sum' like a cat it'll scratch your face Spray just like mace, shit I need some space, gotta get away from the whole human race 'Cause niggas be plastic, I know that they fake But I'm livin good, I got steak on my plate 'Cause niggas be plastic, I know that they fake But I'm livin good, I got steak on my plate, lil' bitch Lil' bitch (Spain, what you doing?)