Lei - issey miyake lyrics
[Lei - issey miyake lyrics]
Yeah, uh, yeah, ayy (Woozy)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Man, what the fuck going on, Maajins?)
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Yeah! Yeah)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah! Yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah)
I told that boy, "He can't bе Lei" (Yeah)
Like, way thе boy wanna be me
I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's (Yeah)
Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes
Si, yeah, she be like, "Yes"
His watch is stone, no Medusa head
Versace my clothes, got ice on my neck
Got a Rollie, new frame
Had to set time ahead (Yeah)
'Cause I'm flying from state to state
I'm a rockstar, show up late
I think she in love, in love with my face
Told that boy come outside and run me my fade
(Do do do do do do)
I'm outside with the pole like
You can get smoked
We rolling him up, we clutch it and go (Yeah)
We puffing that gas, not no Citgo
The boy think he fly wearing a peacoat (Nah)
That's whack, that sucks
Yeah, we pulling up, we shooting him up
Partner yeah, we gon drill him up, partner
And we got hella drugs, partner
She off the Ecstacy, yeah, she a goner
Yeah, I can't feel my legs no longer
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
My bands is as fat as your girl
Yeah, that's pretty big, I told her that
"I cannot die in my world" (Ayy, ayy)
And that's pretty sick, her new mans a nerd
Her new mans a earl (Ayy, ayy)
That boy is a stick, tryna
Talk down on me, man
That boy got some nerve (Yeah, ayy)
Yeah, I'm evil like that, I
Don't like to talk
Don't like people like that
That boy wanna flex, but he broke
That's too bad
He stay tryna diss, tryna beef, you too mad
Love you, son, now say, "I love you too
Dad" we finna light that boy up like a bowl
Riding my wave, I might take out your boat
I laugh in ya'll face like
Ya'll really some jokes (Yeah, ayy)
I told that boy get his racks up ()
This Glock 17 make him back up
We smoking that boy like it's Thrax, yeah
I got my racks up and my stats up
Don't show me your song, that's a pass
Yeah the people that hated on me
Showing me fake love
You mad that I passed ya
Racks on Racks lei
GORE Freestyle lei
aimbot! Lei
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Yeah! Yeah)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah! Yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah)
I told that boy, "He can't bе Lei" (Yeah)
Like, way thе boy wanna be me
I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's (Yeah)
Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Yeah! Yeah)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
(Bah bah bah bah) yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
(Do do do do do do)
Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah)
I told that boy, "He can't be Lei" (Yeah)
Like, way the boy wanna be me
I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's
(Ayy, yeah)
Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Do do do do do do)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah! Yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
(Woozy)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Man, what the fuck going on, Maajins?)
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Yeah! Yeah)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah! Yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah)
I told that boy, "He can't bе Lei" (Yeah)
Like, way thе boy wanna be me
I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's (Yeah)
Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes
Si, yeah, she be like, "Yes"
His watch is stone, no Medusa head
Versace my clothes, got ice on my neck
Got a Rollie, new frame
Had to set time ahead (Yeah)
'Cause I'm flying from state to state
I'm a rockstar, show up late
I think she in love, in love with my face
Told that boy come outside and run me my fade
(Do do do do do do)
I'm outside with the pole like
You can get smoked
We rolling him up, we clutch it and go (Yeah)
We puffing that gas, not no Citgo
The boy think he fly wearing a peacoat (Nah)
That's whack, that sucks
Yeah, we pulling up, we shooting him up
Partner yeah, we gon drill him up, partner
And we got hella drugs, partner
She off the Ecstacy, yeah, she a goner
Yeah, I can't feel my legs no longer
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
My bands is as fat as your girl
Yeah, that's pretty big, I told her that
"I cannot die in my world" (Ayy, ayy)
And that's pretty sick, her new mans a nerd
Her new mans a earl (Ayy, ayy)
That boy is a stick, tryna
Talk down on me, man
That boy got some nerve (Yeah, ayy)
Yeah, I'm evil like that, I
Don't like to talk
Don't like people like that
That boy wanna flex, but he broke
That's too bad
He stay tryna diss, tryna beef, you too mad
Love you, son, now say, "I love you too
Dad" we finna light that boy up like a bowl
Riding my wave, I might take out your boat
I laugh in ya'll face like
Ya'll really some jokes (Yeah, ayy)
I told that boy get his racks up ()
This Glock 17 make him back up
We smoking that boy like it's Thrax, yeah
I got my racks up and my stats up
Don't show me your song, that's a pass
Yeah the people that hated on me
Showing me fake love
You mad that I passed ya
Racks on Racks lei
GORE Freestyle lei
aimbot! Lei
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Yeah! Yeah)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah! Yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah)
I told that boy, "He can't bе Lei" (Yeah)
Like, way thе boy wanna be me
I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's (Yeah)
Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Yeah! Yeah)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
(Bah bah bah bah) yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
(Do do do do do do)
Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah)
I told that boy, "He can't be Lei" (Yeah)
Like, way the boy wanna be me
I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's
(Ayy, yeah)
Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes
Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater"
Told you can't keep it like, "Nah" (Yeah)
Got them guns outside
Got them sticks outside
Told that boy that, "He can get popped"
(Do do do do do do)
Like, it can get serious (Yeah! Yeah)
They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious
(Yeah! Yeah)
Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in
When I'm up in school
I'm not the one fitting in
(Woozy)