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Yeat - Lying 5 Fun Explicit Lyrics

(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, you my main and you side bitch (hrr, hrr)

Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)

I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the fuck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna fuck that twat, yeah
I got too many benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh

Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot, yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh, I like when you suck my— (phew)
I like when you suck my dick, this here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh

(Ooh) you must have thought I was done, huh, huh
(Ooh) you must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
(Ooh) we lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
(Ooh) you must have thought I was done

You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The fuck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah, woo, woo)

(Ooh, woo, woo)
Uh, I'm still on x, yeah, I'm still on x, yeah, I'm still on x
Like I told you boys again, they foreign checks, huh

We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do thots from side to side
We don't do thots, we up and down

We don't do old money, only do new money, yeah, we got thots, they comin' around
Loaded up, pullin' up, bitch, every time I'm holdin' it down, here from the ground
Lil' uzi buss it, yeah, lil uzi adlib, turn it around, turn it around
Bitch, I'm a big bank motherfucker, yeah, holdin' me down
Bitch, I'm a rich-ass motherfucker, yeah, yeah, holdin' me down

Yeah, slap that bitch from the back, I'm a dog, she own this pound, uh, yeah
We on a new level, everythin', fuck 'em, we holdin' the sound down
Fuck, I think we got the money, we hold them in all the accounts
Yeah, we don't do lil' shit, we don't give no shit, no ounce
Yeah, he gon' fuck that thot, fuck her, 'round the house, yeah