เพลง Yeah Right (Explicit)

Yeah Right (是啊，对啊) - Vince Staples

Written by：Vince Staples/Samuel Long/Harley Streten/Kendrick Duckworth/Laura Jane Lowther

Producer：SOPHIE

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Is your house big Is your car nice

Is your girl fine f**k her all night

Is you well paid Are your shows packed

If your song played would they know that

How the thug life How the love life

How the workload Is your buzz right

Do the trap jump Is the plug right

Got your head right Boy yeah right

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Pretty woman wanna slit the wrist

Pretty woman wanna be a rich man's b**ch

Pretty women want a couple kids

Pretty women want a new a** new lips

Pretty women wanna push a Benz

Come correct and she won't let you in

Thumbin through a check she gets it in

Diamonds on your neck is them pretend

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Got an enemy that changes depending what direction

You're facing

Got an enemy that tells you what block and what division

You're placed in

You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle

You're chasing

Keep pretending make it real until every cell replaced erased

Pop til it's vacant

Pop til the wrist pop

Pop til he shaking

Pop like four on the floor been in rotation

No allegation

Popular demand I understand my name is only for conversation

New York ni**a be like deadass

L.A. ni**a be like on the dead homies

I was off the porch like Fed Ex

211 got bread on me

K Dot twilight the zeitgeist

Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp

Temporary pimp nah don't remember them

Just canary yellow gem jumping out the f**king gym

Swang like new Dana Dane I ride dirty

Paid like two Damon Wayans retire early

Fade like shadows the stallion the cattle

A b**ches decision for you is narrow

Collision the money and fame the pharaoh

The physic the chemist the lame

Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange

Compatible for riches with more to gain

I said ni**a yeah right

I don't fair fight but I bear fight

Looking for my next roadkill for the headlight

Hanging on my last four kills for the highlights

My life hiii life high five bye bye

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