Future
Future - Yeah Yeah lyrics
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[Intro:] Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! [Verse 1: Future] All-white bitch to match my all-white Louies Millionaire frames hand-made; I'm just coolin' Kid so fly say it shines like a movement Bitch say I party hard, told her I make movies Popcorn kush: no strings on ya coochie Pop a DVD in, rollin, cruisin' Yeah yeah... yeah, up there, swear Wristwear cold, chande-lier [Hook:] You see me? I see me too! Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too! We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! [Verse 2: Rocko] Whole 'lotta white equal a whole 'lotta riches Whole 'lotta jew-els, I bought these for these bitches Rocko Beckham: I know how to kick it! Finessed you, babe? I'm sorry, like Vinny "I ain't in it" Reign hell on these bitches, got plenty I'm like Tiger That nigga say he hot as me? Lil' buddy a liar! Jump out that new Jaguar, superjump my kayer P Zero Nero, gon' pump up my tires Rocko Dinero: I'm all about dinero You know I keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me They was sleepin' on me, but now they workin for me You see me? I see me too, bitch you can't ignore me [Hook:] You see me? I see me too! Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too! We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! [Verse 3: Future] Mix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs Black, yellow, white: I change 'em up like I change clothes Don Corleone no cover for my eyesight Everything black: boutta kill niggas on sight Everything fly: boutta take flight outta sight Bad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights Two rights, can't deal Future no wrongs ReRock stone like Fred Flintstone Drinkin on lean: two cups styrofoam Two phones, I can't take these home Cause too many bitches wanna call my phone Leave me alone while I get my lean on Blowin' on strong, sippin on 'tron Throwin up money, rippin my zone [Hook:] You see me? I see me too! Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too! We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!