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Artiste : Yeat
Titre : Shhhh
D-DKanee
Hol´ up

Bullets make you spread, make you dead, cut yo´ head (Hol´ up)

Pull up, Isis flag, need no coupe, watch you sled (Uh)
Diamonds on my body, watch ´em dance and watch ´em flip (Flip, skrrt)
In a frog-eyed Bentley, pull off on the feds, hol´ up (Skrrt)
I was just swervin´ and divin´ the feds (Hol´ up)
Couple of pills and the blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol´ up (DKanee)
Cut off your motherfuckin´ ties, your head, your neck, your motherfuckin´ back (Shh)
Said I´m takin´ a break, but I pull up, lil´ bitch, it´s time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon´ die, you die
Chopper this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon´ chop up ya (Shh, shh, shh)
I´m in the Cullinan, pullin´ that bitch off the lot, I´m motherfuckin´ tellin´ ya

Couldn´t decide with the Benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (What? What? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin´ the lanes in the motherfuckin´ Benz, I never could tell ya (Shh, D-DKanee)
I ain´t even fuck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (Yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty Ms, bitch, I´m nowhere near you (Uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer-space, bitch, yeah, I´m nowhere near you (Hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I´m poppin´ the X again, really I´m off of the hoes til´ I feel again (Yeah)
For a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (Ah)
Twenty fifty-fifty fuckin´ seven, yeah, security like the president (Fuckin´ seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (Yo)

I really hate everybody, lil´ bitch, I´m evil, call me fuckin´ resident (D-Dkanee, yeah)
I mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and I had to mix it, lil´ bitch (Luh syrup)
This shit like Hocus Pocus, tryna get your money, bitch, you turn to a fan (Yeah)
Pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
I´m rocking a Birkin, bitch, it´s no Hermès
Yeah, do what I said, it still don´t make sense
I pop a hundred Perkies, bitch, when I land
Pull up to Japan, they copy my trend
I´m fuckin´ my money, I flew it to France
Hol´ up, hol´ up, I told ´em, "Do that shit again" (Yeah)
Yeah

Pull up, Isis flag, need no coupe, watch you sled (Uh)

Diamonds on my body, watch ´em dance and watch ´em flip (Flip, skrrt)
In a frog-eyed Bentley, pull off on the feds, hol´ up (Skrrt)
I was just swervin´ and divin´ the feds (Hol´ up)
Couple of pills and the blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol´ up (DKanee)
Cut off your motherfuckin´ ties, your head, your neck, your motherfuckin´ back (Shh)
Said I´m takin´ a break, but I pull up, lil´ bitch, it´s time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon´ die, you die
Chopper this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon´ chop up ya (Shh, shh, shh)
I´m in the Cullinan, pullin´ that bitch off the lot, I´m motherfuckin´ tellin´ ya
Couldn´t decide with the Benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (What? What? What? What? What?)

I was just swervin´ the lanes in the motherfuckin´ Benz, I never could tell ya (Shh, D-DKanee)
I ain´t even fuck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (Yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty Ms, bitch, I´m nowhere near you (Uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer-space, bitch, yeah, I´m nowhere near you (Hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I´m poppin´ the X again, really I´m off of the hose til´ I feel again (Yeah)
For a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (Ah)
Twenty fifty-fifty fuckin´ seven, yeah, security like the president (Fuckin´ seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (Yo)
I really hate everybody, lil´ bitch, I´m evil, call me fuckin´ resident (D-Dkanee, yeah)

I mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and I had to mix it, lil´ bitch (Luh syrup)
This shit like Hocus Pocus, tryna get your money, bitch, you turn to a fan (Yeah)
Pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
I´m rocking a Birkin, bitch, it´s no Hermès
Yeah, do what I said, it still don´t make sense
I pop a hundred Perkies, bitch, when I land
Pull up to Japan, they copy my trend
I´m fuckin´ my money, I flew it to France
Hol´ up hol´ up, I told ´em, "Do that shit again"

D-DKanee