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Yeat - GOD TALKIN SHHH Lyrics
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Woo, woo
They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim
She like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
When we jumped out and shoot a motherf*cker

We just pulled up outside, got it all like a pilgrim (pilgrim)
Why they like this sound? I f*ck they eardrums (shh, shh)
Call me like a coin, I make that money pump
Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, I'm pump
F*cking these twats up (ha)
We been f*cking these knots up
We done got these bands up
Make the money twerk like a mother f*cking dancer
I can do whatever the f*ck, I won't get cancelled (ooh)
Why you join this army? You gon' serve these f*cking bands (ahh)
Don't tell me shit 'bout what the f*ck you ever can do (ooh)
You can show me books, I'm gon' burn us like a candle
Bitch, I'm front and center, yeah, Julius Randle
New York like the knicks, and I still got my shank, huh
Mini gun on top of that blick (buh-buh-buh), sitting on that tank
And I still got my army, yeah, f*ck what you think
Yeah, I'm still a drug addict, still sippin' mighty, yeah
Shawty don't even know what's up with them, we overseas
Most them don't even know the CEO, that's how I see it
All my baby suck my dick every time I pull my pants up
You say you get this bread, but you work at Quiznos
Real shit, that the boy dead
Yeah, only real ones know what's that
A lot of brothers ain't have my back
I'on feel a way, I cut them off easy
Yeah, I take that slice, and take that shit cheesy
Yeah, all them rats, all them mice, Swiss cheesy
Yeah, I'm Jesus with these thorns, bitch, I'm still bleeding (doo-doo-doo)
I was young when I seen them aliens come (doo-doo-doo)
They told me what to do and what to run (yeah)
I'on even try to be mean or try to be this or that (bitch)
I try to do what the f*ck I do and run that back (awoo)
They forgot awoo, like I would, I'm the wolf, yeah
Taliban my head like a shaman, like a monk, yeah (awoo)
Yeah, you getting chewed bitch like some bubble gum that's run through
Top dog, big boy, yeah, I do my grunt (huh)
No we not no quarterbacks at all but we gon' punt through (awoo)
Yeah, I f*ck that twat up, show me what that cunt do
You know Yeat at the 'member when he come through
They see seven on seven tied, I'ma teach you 'bout severance
Least I know how to turn it, 737 on badminton
Lil bitch banded, we gon' give you a baby
Tuck you in your bed and we passing you the binky
Rolly polly .308, we shoot 'em like the minky
I ain't sober, I'ma geek soldier when I'm drinking
Hold your thought, shut the f*ck up while I'm thinking (huh)
Big gun, big truck, pull up with that minky
Watch 'em fall down like you drown, like you sinking (sink)
Yeah, I cut you off like I'm blind, ain't no blinking

They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim, she like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
We popped out and shoot a mother f*cker
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Woo, woo
They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim
She like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
When we jumped out and shoot a motherf*cker

We just pulled up outside, got it all like a pilgrim (pilgrim)
Why they like this sound? I f*ck they eardrums (shh, shh)
Call me like a coin, I make that money pump
Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, I'm pump
F*cking these twats up (ha)
We been f*cking these knots up
We done got these bands up
Make the money twerk like a mother f*cking dancer
I can do whatever the f*ck, I won't get cancelled (ooh)
Why you join this army? You gon' serve these f*cking bands (ahh)
Don't tell me shit 'bout what the f*ck you ever can do (ooh)
You can show me books, I'm gon' burn us like a candle
Bitch, I'm front and center, yeah, Julius Randle
New York like the knicks, and I still got my shank, huh
Mini gun on top of that blick (buh-buh-buh), sitting on that tank
And I still got my army, yeah, f*ck what you think
Yeah, I'm still a drug addict, still sippin' mighty, yeah
Shawty don't even know what's up with them, we overseas
Most them don't even know the CEO, that's how I see it
All my baby suck my dick every time I pull my pants up
You say you get this bread, but you work at Quiznos
Real shit, that the boy dead
Yeah, only real ones know what's that
A lot of brothers ain't have my back
I'on feel a way, I cut them off easy
Yeah, I take that slice, and take that shit cheesy
Yeah, all them rats, all them mice, Swiss cheesy
Yeah, I'm Jesus with these thorns, bitch, I'm still bleeding (doo-doo-doo)
I was young when I seen them aliens come (doo-doo-doo)
They told me what to do and what to run (yeah)
I'on even try to be mean or try to be this or that (bitch)
I try to do what the f*ck I do and run that back (awoo)
They forgot awoo, like I would, I'm the wolf, yeah
Taliban my head like a shaman, like a monk, yeah (awoo)
Yeah, you getting chewed bitch like some bubble gum that's run through
Top dog, big boy, yeah, I do my grunt (huh)
No we not no quarterbacks at all but we gon' punt through (awoo)
Yeah, I f*ck that twat up, show me what that cunt do
You know Yeat at the 'member when he come through
They see seven on seven tied, I'ma teach you 'bout severance
Least I know how to turn it, 737 on badminton
Lil bitch banded, we gon' give you a baby
Tuck you in your bed and we passing you the binky
Rolly polly .308, we shoot 'em like the minky
I ain't sober, I'ma geek soldier when I'm drinking
Hold your thought, shut the f*ck up while I'm thinking (huh)
Big gun, big truck, pull up with that minky
Watch 'em fall down like you drown, like you sinking (sink)
Yeah, I cut you off like I'm blind, ain't no blinking

They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim, she like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
We popped out and shoot a mother f*cker
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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Artem Zherdev, Javier Mercado, Primo Pepper, Wyndham Srenaski
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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