Kid Caprio - Yachts Lyrics

Kid Caprio – Yachts Lyrics

Artist: Kid Caprio
Song: Yachts

Hold up i might f#ck ya thot
Pulled up sipping soda
Was it loaded i forgot
Yelling slow up r

Olling towed it off the lot
All my sh#t is golden im f#cking boating in the yacht
Yelling f#ck up
Got them thotties on dick

I been sipping one cup and got that shottie on his hip
Guess im tripping on that luck
I put wasabi on my drip
And they be praying on my downfall but i never slip

I need a bad b#tch that i might hit wit a ring she be mad and savage type that get you lit up with a beam just habit in manhattan when im dripping in supreme b#tch im glad i made it happen i could brag on anything im in them jeans im way too clean b#tch my wrist what pays the team spin them scenes defend them means and then im spitting listerinе mixing keem if its with me than i be twisting with the lеan the sh#ts serene if its a dream then i been sent to fix the stream and tell these b#tches these that i get it now sh#t lucrative now got that roli daytona and sh#t i did it with a crown and then you know we stay floating im whipping smoking with a pound and them b#tches stay open they finna go to simmer down and the sound
Hold up i been on some dumb sh#t
I be on some trynna smoke another big blunt sh#t
I be on some trynna get my f#cking dick suck sh#t

I be trynna move up with a pump thats on some f#ck sh#t
Hold up i might f#ck your thot
Pull up sipping soda
Was it loaded

I forgot
Yelling slow up
Rolling
Towed it off the lot

All my sh#t is golden
Til im f#cking boating in the yacht
Yelling hold up b#tch quick imma need the addy now she gripping on the stickshift been drifting in the caddy i been sippin on some sh#t its lit ohyeah i did it gladly im the kid that followed big not with the mid they call me matty gladly brodie with that floaty now im boating everyday they just know me im resulting with that roli getting paid im only toting on that codeine i been dope since seventh grade and all the b#tches lonely homie slowly pour me lemonade you know we made it sip a cup im too faded to give a f#ck i gotta b#tch all on my dick trynna get picked trynna get stuck i gotta stick, i gotta whip, i gotta blick i got it tucked
I got drip and i gotta admit if i want i hit it im not with the luck talking the cuff must mean jean not talking as tough with the stuff we seen im not with bluff but im walking enough dont be falling in love with a tv screen if he see green then i be chasing if its lean then i be racing i been fiending for supreme since i was sleeping in the bas#ment yelling
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