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Yeah Video (MV)




Performed By: Skullyoskully
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Kennedy De Silva




Skullyoskully - Yeah Lyrics




Said he wanna book for me feature heard I got ether spitting cold I got either
Das yo lil ho she a diva she ain't no keeper sucking on me she a freaker
Spent way too much on your sneakers ain't even balling no you all in the bleachers
Send my lil thing with the reefer code word for smoke em with these tactics I'm like Caesar
Used to want f*ck on my teacher shit I was eager now they sending me they teasers
Told that lil ho get her visa brought her to soville rubbing on me for the fever
These niggas capping we beefing don't even see them know that skully in they speakers
Spit it too rapid like cedar you seen the cipher know I never need a breather

Mentioning my name what the talk about
He ain't drop addy we gone find him out
I can't f*ck with squares gave me cotton mouth
Blunt filled exotic I can't have it if it's not a loud

Swade style jeans on my ass these be Saint Lauren
Kittitian ass nigga with juice dipped in Cajun sauce
I don't play no games GTA Johnny on the spot
They say Skully you ain't got no point till I run my blade across

She ain't tryna f*ck with niggas till a bottle out
Boujee ass bitch oh she the shit look how she strot around
Eye lashes did but she walking how she got around
On the corner selling ask about me I done been around

Forget these off the rip left that lil ho on read
Drop that bag we ain't playing shit I want that nigga dead
Call up skoot on the table where they dropping off yo head
Bad barber ask for line up then I'm giving out the fades
Ain't my brother he be talking knowing he ain't thorough bred
Hit em with that 22 just to suffer he ain't bled
If he fiending walking zombie been a rotten zed
Ain't no blood but if you rag on me whole lotta red

Mentioning my name what the talk about
He ain't drop addy we gone find him out
I can't f*ck with squares gave me cotton mouth
Blunt filled exotic I can't have it if it's not a loud
She ain't tryna f*ck unless a bottle out
Boujee ass bitch oh she the shit look how she strot around
Eye lashes did but she walking how she got around
On the corner selling ask about me I done been around
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English

Said he wanna book for me feature heard I got ether spitting cold I got either
Das yo lil ho she a diva she ain't no keeper sucking on me she a freaker
Spent way too much on your sneakers ain't even balling no you all in the bleachers
Send my lil thing with the reefer code word for smoke em with these tactics I'm like Caesar
Used to want f*ck on my teacher shit I was eager now they sending me they teasers
Told that lil ho get her visa brought her to soville rubbing on me for the fever
These niggas capping we beefing don't even see them know that skully in they speakers
Spit it too rapid like cedar you seen the cipher know I never need a breather

Mentioning my name what the talk about
He ain't drop addy we gone find him out
I can't f*ck with squares gave me cotton mouth
Blunt filled exotic I can't have it if it's not a loud

Swade style jeans on my ass these be Saint Lauren
Kittitian ass nigga with juice dipped in Cajun sauce
I don't play no games GTA Johnny on the spot
They say Skully you ain't got no point till I run my blade across

She ain't tryna f*ck with niggas till a bottle out
Boujee ass bitch oh she the shit look how she strot around
Eye lashes did but she walking how she got around
On the corner selling ask about me I done been around

Forget these off the rip left that lil ho on read
Drop that bag we ain't playing shit I want that nigga dead
Call up skoot on the table where they dropping off yo head
Bad barber ask for line up then I'm giving out the fades
Ain't my brother he be talking knowing he ain't thorough bred
Hit em with that 22 just to suffer he ain't bled
If he fiending walking zombie been a rotten zed
Ain't no blood but if you rag on me whole lotta red

Mentioning my name what the talk about
He ain't drop addy we gone find him out
I can't f*ck with squares gave me cotton mouth
Blunt filled exotic I can't have it if it's not a loud
She ain't tryna f*ck unless a bottle out
Boujee ass bitch oh she the shit look how she strot around
Eye lashes did but she walking how she got around
On the corner selling ask about me I done been around
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Writer: Kennedy De Silva
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