Yeah Right (Explicit)

Yeah Right (Explicit) - Vince Staples

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

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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 club right

Got your head right boy yeah right

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Pretty women wanna slit the wrist

Pretty women 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 the checks she gets it in

Diamonds on your neck is them pretend

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Got an enemy that changes dependin' what direction

You're facin'

Got an enemy that tells you off blockin' what's efficient

You're placed in

You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle

You're chasin'

Keep pretendin' that you real

Until every selfie is erased

Pop 'til it's fakin'

Pop 'til the wrist pop

Pop 'til he shakin'

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**kin' gym

Swang like new dana dane I ride dirty

Paid like two david wayne's retire early

Fade like shadows corrallin' the cattle

A b**ches decision for you is narrow

Collision the money and fame the pharaoh

The physicist the chemist the lame

Collateral for kendrick whenever exchange

Compatible for riches with more to gain

A sad ni**a yeah right

I don't fair fight but I bear fight

Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight

Hangin' though my last four kills for the highlights

My life high life high five bye bye

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