Testo cult - Yung Kayo
Testo della canzone cult (Yung Kayo), tratta dall'album komodo
Ooh (true, collect), ooh (true, check)
Ooh (Is it true?)
Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah (collect)
Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah (collect)
Too many women, this a cult (cult), too many women, this a cult (cult)
Too many women, this a cult (cult), too many women, this a cult (cult)
Told the baby girl, "It's not your fault," yeah, I don't give a fuck about the low (yeah)
Every day I buy you a new fit, you don't gotta look at your phone (yeah)
Every day I cross a new bitch out, I rock Chrome (Chrome)
And when it come to the drip, you know I'm a detective, Skoloct Holmes
And that pussy lil' boy, you know he rockin' vests 'cause he not home (home)
And when you hear a noise in your closet, just know you're not alone
Ooh, ooh (yeah)
I got motion, she don't know which phone (brr)
I count checks, don't know about your ex, ho (yeah)
I'm puttin' VVs right all on my wrist, just know that I flex, ho (Know that I flex)
50 round clip with the ARP, why would I rest? (brrah)
Louis V mask what I see in the dark, in the day it's a hat (yeah, true)
I got the demons, they sit on my back, hunnid K check and it sit in my bag (yeah)
Every time I go and spin again I do not think 'bout the past
I do not do friends, I just wan' collect (ooh, just wan' collect)
Ooh (yeah, yeah, just wan' collect), ooh (Just want the check)
Ooh (true, let's go)
Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (bitch, oh, yeah), yeah (go, go)
Too many diamonds my watch, I got too many diamonds that sit on my fist
I'ma go run up that guap because I fell in love with the goddamn dish, yeah (yeah)
Pull up and hop out that coupe, bitch, I'm not fuckin' with you
I know that you want these blues, I can put the hunnids on your foot (yeah, fah, fah, blatt)
Spit on these hoes
Jump out that coupe and then get on these hoes
Bitch, I'm from the A, I go trim on these hoes
Diamonds so wet, man, I swim in these hoes
Spend me a check and then get me some more
My fans, they cold, rockin' these shows
I got 'em talkin', they been on they toes (yeah, what the fuck?)
Baby, I'm flashin', I'm maxed (tweak)
She put her head on my lap, yeah (beat it), because I went got my racks up
We came up, poppin' them tags, I take her home and I thrash (blatt)
Tell me, keep rollin' that gas, oh, you know my life is too fast (rockin' shit out, you droppin' shit)
Ooh (true, collect), ooh (true, check)
Ooh (Is it true?)
Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (let's go), yeah (ha, ha)
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Writer(s): Malachi Green, Andre Dontrel Burt
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