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Yeah Yeah - Iamsu! Lyrics








[Intro: IamSu!]

Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah

(IamSu! laugh*)



[Verse 1: IamSu!]

First name stunt, last name ball

Ain't no freak ho', I can't call

Don't like blunts, don't like moss

And I smoke weed, but not like y'all

Niggas gon' hate, girls gon' date

I been used to that profligate

Life's a bitch, this I know

So I hope we procreate

Got up in this rap game, and did one thing, dominate

If it ain't about money, homie then I can't accommodate

It's a cook out, I come over with a paper plate

They think I work at Hostess, based on all this cake I make

Young G, say what I want to

My kick game, like Kung Fu

And if you think you shining, I might mess around and sun you

Eating all these rappers, I can't lie, I like this

Do a verse, box of Jordan's, that's what I call a mic check

I think, I need my eyes checked, I can't see nobody

All I do is 5 star, but bitch this ain't Yo Gotti

I mean hotels, some tells, how I feel is so real

You got no skills, I got pro skills

I got the coke flow, dough, fishscale



[Hook: IamSu!] (x4)

Yeah, Yeah Yeah

Imma Player

Granted, Imma millionaire



[Verse 2: IamSu!]

What it be like, what it gone do?

Never acstac, cuz I told you

Been 'bout bread since '02

Wanna hit nigga, I'm the go to

I rock PD, til I OD

I be low key, to my OG

No justice, then there's no peace

You ain't KFC, you want no beef

See me boi, Imma G boi

King soldiers, like a deep blunt

Heavy baller, you a cheat boi

Tennessee boi, you a decoy

On the same court, on the beach boi

Please, don't buy the lean boi

These rappers is my children, you know I follow these boys

Homie live it up, leave it up

I kilt this beat, finna dig it up

Small ball, golf ball

You ain't big enough

Smokin' something that'll probably leave a nigga ducked

Bro sick as fuck, I'll hit ya up

And the phone call, nigga go hard

Imma go hard, got a wallet

We the hottest, that's a promise

Thousands on garments

These rappers ready to seize tarnish

Commas, drama, cheesy, these artists

Shit, selling dope for some retarded shit

Please don't call me neeno, I ain't going down

Turn my city up, when ever my boi in town



[Hook]



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