Lil Yachty, YVNG CRAQQR, Kyle - Praise Mr. Porno lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty, YVNG CRAQQR, Kyle - Praise Mr. Porno lyrics]
Man, fuck what's wrong Kyle?
Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit
Makin' me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro
Look at life man, you're right
Mmm, you see
You see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, whoa
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay come on, man, you got so
Much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y you're right
You damn right I'm right
I can't remember a time I was god damn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil Boat
Hey man, that's what I'm here for
I ain't been gettin' high
Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie
I know when you text me, girl
I don't always reply
Well you're not an angеl either
You can't evеn fly
I noticed, you think that you know shit
All this shade that's comin' at me
I wonder who throws it
They can't see the vision
Boy they must be out of focus
That's a real hot album homie
I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around
It look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either
These are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop
It's gonna be a mothafuckin' snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows
It, he don't say it, he shows it
I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it
It goes in i'm in Cali just coastin'
Get 'em so wet they need coasters (Facts)
I got a selfie with Oprah
(Facts) , I just ain't never post it
And I'm in my happy place posted
I ain't frowned since '06
I ain't cried since '01
My pad like Six Flags and
Your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though
Your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though
We gon' end on a high note
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she
Don't get too many likes
A curly headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up
Never mind oh I, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she
Don't get too many likes
A curly headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up
Never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye oh I
She said she 21, I might have to ID that
All my bitches come in pairs
Like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin' around the
City in a Hatchback
Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins
I'ma send a model home
With her neck throbbin' i done made so much
Money that it's non-stoppin'
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin' everyone I
Couldn't be tamed woah, six months later
I had snapped and now I'm in the game
Went from fake chains to
Diamonds in another lane
Went from "Can you take me here?"
To screenin' out the lane went from "Damn
This nigga lame" to remember my name
Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit
Makin' me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro
Look at life man, you're right
Mmm, you see
You see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, whoa
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay come on, man, you got so
Much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y you're right
You damn right I'm right
I can't remember a time I was god damn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil Boat
Hey man, that's what I'm here for
I ain't been gettin' high
Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie
I know when you text me, girl
I don't always reply
Well you're not an angеl either
You can't evеn fly
I noticed, you think that you know shit
All this shade that's comin' at me
I wonder who throws it
They can't see the vision
Boy they must be out of focus
That's a real hot album homie
I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around
It look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either
These are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop
It's gonna be a mothafuckin' snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows
It, he don't say it, he shows it
I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it
It goes in i'm in Cali just coastin'
Get 'em so wet they need coasters (Facts)
I got a selfie with Oprah
(Facts) , I just ain't never post it
And I'm in my happy place posted
I ain't frowned since '06
I ain't cried since '01
My pad like Six Flags and
Your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though
Your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though
We gon' end on a high note
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she
Don't get too many likes
A curly headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up
Never mind oh I, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she
Don't get too many likes
A curly headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up
Never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye oh I
She said she 21, I might have to ID that
All my bitches come in pairs
Like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin' around the
City in a Hatchback
Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins
I'ma send a model home
With her neck throbbin' i done made so much
Money that it's non-stoppin'
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin' everyone I
Couldn't be tamed woah, six months later
I had snapped and now I'm in the game
Went from fake chains to
Diamonds in another lane
Went from "Can you take me here?"
To screenin' out the lane went from "Damn
This nigga lame" to remember my name