Yeat - Flawless (2020) lyrics

[Yeat - Flawless 2020 lyrics]

(Huh, ha ha, huh, For real)
(Like that) ayo ian
Let's go

Boy we flawless when we sip
Boy we flawless when we drip (Huh)
Don’t need a stylist, I dress shit
She got mileage, I still hit
Got brand new drugs, designer kit
What I'm rockin', prolly’ Rick
Her brain so good, got scholarships
No, I don't do no politics
Pack just came in from the east
That shit don't make no sense
Got some brand new Dior Tees
Boy I know they so expensive
That boy got two, so I call his ass a band
I rock a Chrome Hearts mask
I ain't risking getting sick

We gave all ours back
Cause we kept 'em from the snakes
We go retarded, cause this Oxy got me lit
I won't sign, I won't sign
I want million dollar bag
You can't call, I decline
Cause you stupid and in the past
Passing time, making money
Yeah this shit just make more sense
(Cmon, cmon)
Don’t smoke no dime, I got hunnids’ on me
Please make it make sense
Dior on me, I got 50
20 P's and blues and all just like a zombie
Cause I take that Percocet then hit the mall
(Let’s go)

I just hope in 2 years from
Now I'll still be alive
I just hope when I still got this money
You been switching sides
If I ever end up going broke, I'ma prolly die
You can check my bag yeah for the note
It's gon’ tell you why

Boy we flawless when we sip
Boy we flawless when we drip (Huh)
Don't need a stylist, I dress shit
She got mileage, I still hit
Got brand new drugs, designer kit
What I'm rockin', prolly' Rick
Her brain so good, got scholarships
I don't do no politics
Pack just came in from the east
That shit don't make no sense
Got some brand new Dior Tees
Boy I know they so expensive
That boy got two, so I call his ass a band
I rock a Chrome Hearts mask
I ain't risking getting sick let's go

She just text my phone yeah
She just fell in love
I just pray that all of my angels
Got me and my dawgs ra ra ra racks (Cash)
Ra ra ra racks (Racks)
I put the back back back back
Where we can't even stay-stay-stay-stay
(yeah) lil' boy you going out sadly
Even though you thought you had it
Yeah this shit get tragic
(yeah) , this shit get graphic
Yeah I need a iced out Patek
I told them I'm so petty
(yeah, let's go, let's go, let's go)
So many karats on my wrist, I'm sliding
You can't meet me with the
Action in real life, no taxing
2021, I'm talking 'bout yeah
We riding in Bentley
Seen that she love these racks
Kids on her belly
We all got two sides of us
Just like we Melly
And you better think to yourself
What you selling me
And you better think to yourself
What you telling me

Boy we flawless when we sip
Boy we flawless when we drip (Huh)
Don't need a stylist, I dress shit
She got mileage, I still hit
Got brand new drugs, designer kit
What I'm rockin', prolly' Rick
Her brain so good, got scholarships
I don't do no politics
Pack just came in from the east
That shit don't make no sense
Got some brand new Dior Tees
Boy I know they so expensive
That boy got two, so I call his ass a band
I rock a Chrome Hearts mask
I ain't risking getting sick

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