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Yung Lean – Skimask Lyrics

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Givench
Ah, det skulle komma in dr?
STRANGER
Ah, det kommer inte n, nu
Givenchy!

I got lots of swag and I be feelin hurt
Walk up in the bank like John Dillinger Woke up, woke up
Rainbows, Im willin to splurge Splurge
After youve gone, Im still on the Earth
No, no, no, you cant get my bank roll Bank roll
Slow, slow, slow, this cup got me slow Slow motion
Low, low, low, shawty, bring it to the floor Get low
Oh, oh, oh, SBE in this bitch got more Sadboys

Ski mask, shawty, got whatever you like You like
Moncler jackets, dirty cash, plenty flights Flights
Cocaine clean but my jeans really dirty
I just copped some silver rings and they go about Thirty
Ski mask, shawty, I pull up with the team Pull up, pull up!
Ski mask, shawty, I still see you in my dreams Lean!
Dirty Fanta, shawty, bitch, Ill never leave lll never leave!
Dirty Fanta, shawty, bitch, Ill never leave Skrrt, skrrt!

Flow, flow, flow on the floor, floor, floor Up on the floor
Percs, percs, percs got me out of control
Iced-out on the floor, rubber bands cant even fold They cant
Girls all in my phone, ho-ho Santa Clause
Ski mask, shawty prayin down to my knees Im prayin down
Louis Sprite Gang, shawty all over me
Check out my waist and check out my sleeves Check it out
When I ride around, I keep my stacks on my feet Woa, woa
Ski mask, shawty, keep the racks for the team For the team
Ten toes down in my head, Im not clean Im not clean
Reality for meI dont see it like you see I dont
Broken Piano, pockets stuffed with magic beans
Walk up in the club, I got like fifty birds Walk up, walk up
Need this gun on me, Im still on the search
I got straight hunneds, straight drop
Love of my life, she gon set me up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up in the parkin lot Pull up, pull up
Bitch, we sellin wine and Im breakin rocks
Just keep going, I dont wanna stop
Pull up, pull up in the parking lot
Dough, dough, dough, I got dough, dough, dough
More like Bart Simpson in my song, song, song
Clone, clone, clone, you a clone, clone, clone
All so low, Ima hop on the road

Ski mask, shawty, got whatever you like Pull up, pull up
Moncler jackets, dirty cash, plenty flights
Cocaine clean but my jeans really dirty
I just copped some silver rings and they go about Thirty
Ski mask, shawty, I pull up with the team Pull up, pull up
Ski mask, shawty, I still see you in my dreams Out of control
Dirty Fanta, shawty, bitch, Ill never leave
Dirty Fanta, shawty, bitch, Ill never leave

Santa Clause, Leandoer, Stranger
Shout out Yung Gud
This is Gud my man, you already know
Six hundred beats, six hundred days, six hundred songs
I cant sleep no more, I gotta make another hit
Wake up in the morning and I make another hit
You know how it going cause life is a bitch

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