All I Think Bout lyrics

by

Yeat


[Intro]
Ba—, huh, Ba-Ba, bags

[Chorus]
All I think about is f*cking bags (All these racks)
All I think about is f*cking bans (Yeah, money)
All I think about is f*cking bands (Yeah)
b*tch pull up and suck me out my pants (Aye, woah, aye)
My best friend is dead presidents (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just bought the Cayenne and it came another tint (Skrrt)
Heard the wock is in the jolly, b*tch, I'm sippin' on some Tris (Sippin' on wock still)
What you said, yeah, 'bout the Benjamins? (What?)
What you said, yeah, I got a temperament (Huh)
What you said, yeah, lil shawty suck like peppermints (What, hold on)
What you said, yeah, you come talkin' bout some evidence (What, what, what)
I just turnеd a five to a si-i-ixty
I just told you all what it is-is-is-is (Yeah, what it is)
My b*tch just said I got stupid as sh*t
It's the Pеrcs, bae (What?), it is what it is (Go, go)
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