
world is minë
yeatai· 2:13 · 218 plays · v3-preview
- rage
- 2020s
- duet
- retrosynth
- bass
- drugs
- sexual
- vulgar
- aggressive
- energetic
- raw
- vocoder
- hedonistic
- boastful
- hyperpop
- psychedelic
- catchy
- explicit
Lyrics
Chorus: Yeat
Whole lil' world in the fukkit it's mine
Tonka doors up and it's sittin on shine
I got the racks and I don't even try
Booted up
Cameras don't blink when I slide
Tell that lil' thottie bring it back in the morning
Rollie on froze
I'm already gone
Whole lil' world in the fukkit it's mine
Verse 1: Yeat
Whip in the rain
Can't feel my face
Red on the dash and it's paintin the place
I'ma speed through the highway and I'm breakin the pace
Got the AMG bouncin
Yeah it shake in the frame
Ion trust nothin
Not the watts not the flame
Bands in the safe and they smell like cologne
Big body creep
Lil' demons on the phone
I ain't knockin
I'm in the spot and they know
GLE parkin' lot
Mud in the styro cup
Every time I count it
Then I roll 'em up
They can see the
Verse 2: Carti
(Ooh)
It get quiet when the night go deep
Cold on my wrist
I just fall asleep
(Slatt)
And I wake up when the chandelier weep
(Yeah)
Chrome on my neck
Bih I'm drippin in Rick
Punk on the stage
Got the crowd in a trance
I move like a ghost through the back of the club
They can't find me
But they hear me in the cut
(Whoa)
Vamp in the coupe
Tinted so dark that the moon can't get through
(What)
Boots on the floor
And they shine like the news
She like the way that I talk when I move
(Yuh)
Pop out and the whole city bend
Designer on me but it got no end
I'm in your city
In the back with the crew
Tell 'em bring the smoke
Yeah we bringin
Chorus: Yeat
Whole lil' world in the fukkit it's mine
Tonka doors up and it's sittin on shine
I got the racks and I don't even try
Booted up
Cameras don't blink when I slide
Tell that lil' thottie bring it back in the morning
Rollie on froze
I'm already gone
Whole lil' world in the fukkit it's mine
Whip in the rain
Can't feel my face
Red on the dash and it's paintin the place
I'ma speed through the highway and I'm breakin the pace
Got the AMG bouncin
Yeah it shake in the frame
Ion trust nothin
Not the watts not the flame
Bands in the safe and they smell like cologne
Big body creep
Lil' demons on the phone
I ain't knockin
I'm in the spot and they know
GLE parkin' lot
Mud in the styro cup
Every time I count it
Then I roll 'em up
They can see the change
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