Yeat – Luh m Lyrics
Artist: Yeat
Song: Luh m
(Goodnight, Darkboy)
Yeah, yeah, b#tch I touched an M
b#tch, I touched an M, b#tch, I touched n M (Luh M)
No, I’m not your twizz, no, I’m not your friend
I see sh#t from my new vision, got a different lens (Different lens)
All my [?] swerve on the cops (Skrr)
Yeah, I swerved the Lamb’, b#tch, I turned it to a chop (Skrr)
I touched an M then I made it to the top (Skrr)
Rock Chane’-ne’ and some Gucci on my socks (Skrr)
Where the lean? It’s gon’ never be a drought
b#tch, your money midget, my money tall as sh#t (Uh)
Pullin’ up on X, b#tch, it’s time to flex (Uh, uh)
You say that you crazy? b#tch, I’m crazy too (Yeah)
You know what else crazy? My money eight-foot-two (Foot-two)
Rockin’ Ricky denim with Balenci’ untied shoes (Untied, untied)
We can pull up if you with it, don’t gotta ask us to
b#tch, I’m twenty-one, diamonds fifty-two
Got these b#tches doin’ circles like it’s hula hoop (Huh)
You say you get money, who the f#ck is you?
All my diamonds rainin’, matter fact, they b#tchin’
b#tch, my money funny (Skrr)
f#cked my money up so much, it told me that it’s cummin’ (Skrr)
They can’t sit in the way
All my diamonds flawless (Skrr)
These baguettes don’t make mistakes (Skrr)
I don’t know nobody, ain’t no slices in this cake (Yeah)
All this kids got lazy, my money stayed in shape
I’m just stayin’ to myself, b#tch, I can’t trust no Jake (Huh)
All my pockets got too swollen, had to buy a safe
I put the devil on my music and told me I’m the best
I don’t care ’bout making friends, I just care ’bout bands
Yeah, b#tch I’m on the edge and this sh#t feel great
b#tch, I touched an M, b#tch, I touched n M (Luh M)
No, I’m not your twizz, no, I’m not your friend
I see sh#t from my new vision, got a different lens (Different lens)
All my [?] swerve on the cops (Skrr)
Yeah, I swerved the Lamb’, b#tch, I turned it to a chop (Skrr)
I touched an M then I made it to the top (Skrr)
Rock Chane’-ne’ and some Gucci on my socks (Skrr)
Where the lean? It’s gon’ never be a drought
b#tch, your money midget, my money tall as sh#t (Uh)
Pullin’ up on X, b#tch, it’s time to flex (Uh, uh)
You say that you crazy? b#tch, I’m crazy too (Yeah)
You know what else crazy? My money eight-foot-two (Foot-two)
b#tch, we touched the M, b#tch, we not your friend
Pulled up in a Lamb’ (Skrrt), twizz up in the Benz
Richer than your granny, this sh#t don’t make no sense (Yeah)
Cut off all my friends (f#ck ’em), them n#gg#s fake as sh#t
Made a hunnid, thousand, million, billion
Twenty b#tches and they stripping, broke #ss n#gg# eating Chili’s
Pulled up in a Lamb’, b#tch we out in France
f#cking all her friends, I just do my dance
Money just came in, n#gg#, f#ck advance
Boy you broke as sh#t, you don’t got no bands
I don’t need no deal (f#ck it), I don’t need no friends
We just pulled off in a Benz ’cause we touched the M
b#tch, I touched an M, b#tch, I touched n M (Luh M)
No, I’m not your twizz, no, I’m not your friend
I see sh#t from my new vision, got a different lens (Different lens)
All my [?] swerve on the cops (Skrr)
Yeah, I swerved the Lamb’, b#tch, I turned it to a chop (Skrr)
I touched an M then I made it to the top (Skrr)
Rock Chane’-ne’ and some Gucci on my socks (Skrr)
Where the lean? It’s gon’ never be a drought
b#tch, your money midget, my money tall as sh#t (Uh)
Pullin’ up on X, b#tch, it’s time to flex (Uh, uh)
You say that you crazy? b#tch, I’m crazy too (Yeah)
You know what else crazy? My money eight-foot-two (Foot-two)
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Release Year: 2022
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