Tyla Yaweh

Letra de Tommy Lee (Remix)

de Tyla Yaweh

Tommy Lee (Remix)
Tyla Yaweh, Post Malone y SAINt JHN
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

[Tyla Yaweh]
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

[Tyla Yaweh]
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

[Tyla Yaweh]
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

[Post Malone]
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

[Tyla Yaweh]
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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