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YKT - Highball Lyrics



YKT - Highball Lyrics
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Look at you, simpler than Plain Jane
It is what it is, there's just things you can't complain
Sometimes I feel like I need a lover
I'm talking more than just under the covers
F*ck that shit, Imma live my life like I'm the man
Three years ago, I flew my ass straight to Japan
Chopping this beat, percussion, I don't need a band, on god
Everything is going outta hand or something
Need to lean back
Pour the codeine and then mix it with the Sprite then just relax
Heard you talking shit, Imma go beat you up after class
I ain't talking fist, I got bars, I can diss your ass
I lift weights in my heart, like I'm muscleman
You can't even flex, you ain't even got a muscle man
Make you disappear Avada kadavra
Can you get the f*ck outta the way
Oops, did I hit a nerve boy
You know I don't give shit boy
Look at me, what is the price tag
You don't know, OKOK
Matter fact, if you cause some disrespect then you're bitch ass getting slayed
A-OK
Cook you up with a damn Miele
Hold on the vibe ain't right
Maybe I should go back home and relocate
F*ck that shit, Imma live my life like I'm the man
Three years ago, I flew my ass straight to Japan
Chopping this beat, percussion, I don't need a band, on god
Everything is going outta hand or something
Need to lean back
Pour the codeine and then mix it with the Sprite then just relax
Heard you talking shit, Imma go beat you up after class
I ain't talking fist, I got bars, I can diss your ass
I just snapped boy, everything I say is a fact
That's no cap boy, lately rappers talking bout this and that
And they got racks boy, caught my brother lacking
You claim to have an uzi, why you ain't shooting your shot boy
You get no bitches cause you are one
You go to a 10k school but you're still dumb dumb
There's a "u" in "fun", but you ain't funny
You a clown, walking round in civic, just like you got money
But you worth nothing, not even a single penny
If I held an auction then you just might be lucky
I'm not provoking slavery but I got them chains on
Look at my team, f*ck it all they do is ball
F*ck that shit, Imma live my life like I'm the man
Three years ago, I flew my ass straight to Japan
Chopping this beat, percussion, I don't need a band, on god
Everything is going outta hand or something
Need to lean back
Pour the codeine and then mix it with the Sprite then just relax
Heard you talking shit, Imma go beat you up after class
I ain't talking fist, I got bars, I can diss your ass
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Look at you, simpler than Plain Jane
It is what it is, there's just things you can't complain
Sometimes I feel like I need a lover
I'm talking more than just under the covers
F*ck that shit, Imma live my life like I'm the man
Three years ago, I flew my ass straight to Japan
Chopping this beat, percussion, I don't need a band, on god
Everything is going outta hand or something
Need to lean back
Pour the codeine and then mix it with the Sprite then just relax
Heard you talking shit, Imma go beat you up after class
I ain't talking fist, I got bars, I can diss your ass
I lift weights in my heart, like I'm muscleman
You can't even flex, you ain't even got a muscle man
Make you disappear Avada kadavra
Can you get the f*ck outta the way
Oops, did I hit a nerve boy
You know I don't give shit boy
Look at me, what is the price tag
You don't know, OKOK
Matter fact, if you cause some disrespect then you're bitch ass getting slayed
A-OK
Cook you up with a damn Miele
Hold on the vibe ain't right
Maybe I should go back home and relocate
F*ck that shit, Imma live my life like I'm the man
Three years ago, I flew my ass straight to Japan
Chopping this beat, percussion, I don't need a band, on god
Everything is going outta hand or something
Need to lean back
Pour the codeine and then mix it with the Sprite then just relax
Heard you talking shit, Imma go beat you up after class
I ain't talking fist, I got bars, I can diss your ass
I just snapped boy, everything I say is a fact
That's no cap boy, lately rappers talking bout this and that
And they got racks boy, caught my brother lacking
You claim to have an uzi, why you ain't shooting your shot boy
You get no bitches cause you are one
You go to a 10k school but you're still dumb dumb
There's a "u" in "fun", but you ain't funny
You a clown, walking round in civic, just like you got money
But you worth nothing, not even a single penny
If I held an auction then you just might be lucky
I'm not provoking slavery but I got them chains on
Look at my team, f*ck it all they do is ball
F*ck that shit, Imma live my life like I'm the man
Three years ago, I flew my ass straight to Japan
Chopping this beat, percussion, I don't need a band, on god
Everything is going outta hand or something
Need to lean back
Pour the codeine and then mix it with the Sprite then just relax
Heard you talking shit, Imma go beat you up after class
I ain't talking fist, I got bars, I can diss your ass
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Writer: Lachlan Tang
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Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Lachlan Tang

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