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Adamn Killa - Cheerio Lyrics



Adamn Killa - Cheerio Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert ]

Woo, yeah (yeah)
Whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get the guap, that's the truth (the truth), yeah
I get to god, that's the truth (the truth)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)

Okay, I came in with a whole 'nother plan (a plan), damn
Okay, I came in with some whole different bands (some whole different bands), damn
Yeah, I feel like the man, ooh (the man)
Ooh, I feel like the one, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck your bitch and my diamonds they VVS, so that shit shine like the sun, yeah
These niggas mad at me, okay
That is cool, I don't even f*ck with these boys (okay)
Silencer on my gun, yeah
I don't even f*ck with no noise, yeah
Tell me what you gonna do about it
'Cause I had to go get all the money (yeah)
That girl ain't want me before
I think that shit funny (I think it's funny)
Stack all the bands to the top, I'm the man (yeah)
I got guap, these niggas all be fans (slatt), yeah
I had to go out
I had to put my dick right in her mouth
I had to go out
I had to show these boys what it's about
This is not the hokey-pokey, my Glock it got pokeys on it
That's a knife, got an AK-47
Came with the MAC-10 and the MAC-11
SRT, it do not got no traction
Sauce, sauce, sauce, I'm a boss, boss, boss
I will knock you off way before you get off
I keep it two Virgils, whip that white until it's off (I keep it two Virgils)
I keep it two Virgils, whip that white until it's off (oh, uh)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (yeah)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (yeah)
Blicky'd up, blicky'd up, blicky'd up, yeah (blicky'd up)
That be the Glock, I could clip it up, yeah (yeah)
F*ck the dirt, bury my heart in the sand
'Cause I'm on the beach and I got a plan (okay), yeah
I'm on the beach and I got a plan (a plan), yeah
And I could tell that she got a man (okay)

Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (my goals)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat (woo)
Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (hmm)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat

These niggas bougie, O-B-G-Y-N
Money come in fast, I can't dine in (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put your back, put your spine up in it (back, spine)
Get the racks in, then mind my business (mind my business)
No more back and forth, I ain't playin' tennis (no, no)
Money so heavy, I'm on my fitness
Aw shit, that nigga jumped in it (ah, shit)
Stole my swag, didn't even say pretty (no, no)
Please, on the beat with plenty ease (whoa)
I'm the shit, like barking geese (geese)
And they bite like they teething
But my feet red, they bleeding
You don't got my money ready, I'm leaving (I'm out)
Every season Adamn season (yeah, yeah)
Get on the beat with a switch and beat it (beat it)
Get on the beat and I mistreat it (mistreat it)
On the track with Lil Uzi
Rest in peace Jay Uzi (RIP)
When this shit drop it's a movie, yeah (yeah, yeah)
My family the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Mars the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Tyler the reason why I do it (I do it)
Yeah, Maurice the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Fay the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Money got my pockets feeling bloated (bloated)
Get the racks instead, don't show it (racks)
Shoutout to Rosen, I was chosen (yeah, yeah)
Money old, but these white girls golden (what?)
I'm in the slot like a token (token)
These niggas buzz, call 'em locust (buzz)
How you hate from a Ford Focus? (I don't know, I don't know)
I don't know, that sound crazy (yeah)
Chicago raised me (yeah, yeah)
And it made me (yeah)
I'm a hostile baby (yeah)
Roseland baby
Niggas bite, they got rabies (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds dancin', Patrick Swayze
This my time, I cannot be lazy

Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (my goals)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat (woo)
Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (hmm)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat
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English

Woo, yeah (yeah)
Whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get the guap, that's the truth (the truth), yeah
I get to god, that's the truth (the truth)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)

Okay, I came in with a whole 'nother plan (a plan), damn
Okay, I came in with some whole different bands (some whole different bands), damn
Yeah, I feel like the man, ooh (the man)
Ooh, I feel like the one, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck your bitch and my diamonds they VVS, so that shit shine like the sun, yeah
These niggas mad at me, okay
That is cool, I don't even f*ck with these boys (okay)
Silencer on my gun, yeah
I don't even f*ck with no noise, yeah
Tell me what you gonna do about it
'Cause I had to go get all the money (yeah)
That girl ain't want me before
I think that shit funny (I think it's funny)
Stack all the bands to the top, I'm the man (yeah)
I got guap, these niggas all be fans (slatt), yeah
I had to go out
I had to put my dick right in her mouth
I had to go out
I had to show these boys what it's about
This is not the hokey-pokey, my Glock it got pokeys on it
That's a knife, got an AK-47
Came with the MAC-10 and the MAC-11
SRT, it do not got no traction
Sauce, sauce, sauce, I'm a boss, boss, boss
I will knock you off way before you get off
I keep it two Virgils, whip that white until it's off (I keep it two Virgils)
I keep it two Virgils, whip that white until it's off (oh, uh)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (yeah)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (yeah)
Blicky'd up, blicky'd up, blicky'd up, yeah (blicky'd up)
That be the Glock, I could clip it up, yeah (yeah)
F*ck the dirt, bury my heart in the sand
'Cause I'm on the beach and I got a plan (okay), yeah
I'm on the beach and I got a plan (a plan), yeah
And I could tell that she got a man (okay)

Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (my goals)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat (woo)
Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (hmm)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat

These niggas bougie, O-B-G-Y-N
Money come in fast, I can't dine in (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put your back, put your spine up in it (back, spine)
Get the racks in, then mind my business (mind my business)
No more back and forth, I ain't playin' tennis (no, no)
Money so heavy, I'm on my fitness
Aw shit, that nigga jumped in it (ah, shit)
Stole my swag, didn't even say pretty (no, no)
Please, on the beat with plenty ease (whoa)
I'm the shit, like barking geese (geese)
And they bite like they teething
But my feet red, they bleeding
You don't got my money ready, I'm leaving (I'm out)
Every season Adamn season (yeah, yeah)
Get on the beat with a switch and beat it (beat it)
Get on the beat and I mistreat it (mistreat it)
On the track with Lil Uzi
Rest in peace Jay Uzi (RIP)
When this shit drop it's a movie, yeah (yeah, yeah)
My family the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Mars the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Tyler the reason why I do it (I do it)
Yeah, Maurice the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Fay the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Money got my pockets feeling bloated (bloated)
Get the racks instead, don't show it (racks)
Shoutout to Rosen, I was chosen (yeah, yeah)
Money old, but these white girls golden (what?)
I'm in the slot like a token (token)
These niggas buzz, call 'em locust (buzz)
How you hate from a Ford Focus? (I don't know, I don't know)
I don't know, that sound crazy (yeah)
Chicago raised me (yeah, yeah)
And it made me (yeah)
I'm a hostile baby (yeah)
Roseland baby
Niggas bite, they got rabies (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds dancin', Patrick Swayze
This my time, I cannot be lazy

Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (my goals)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat (woo)
Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-cheerio (cheerio)
You don't want me to reach my goals (my goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (hmm)
Too much swag, can't flop (can't flop)
I don't flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (on deck)
Like I'm on the boat
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Writer: Symere Woods, Adamn Killa
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

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Adamn Killa - Cheerio Video
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Performed By: Adamn Killa
Featuring: Lil Uzi Vert
Language: English
Length: 4:13
Written by: Symere Woods, Adamn Killa

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