YVETTE DAUGHTER (YEA) (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Real Nigga Into

Yeaa

Yvette

Yvette Daughter

Yeaa

I'm riding dirty, in a foreign whip

Yeaa

Ain't talkin money, thats foreign shit

Yeaa

Hang with Gorillas, they got loaded clips

Yeaa

Love when he dip it in, like chips and dip

Yeaa

Me and my bitches, took his section over

Yeaa

I got four naked bad bitches, in a Rover

Yeaa

She talk to much, but you should of never told her

Yeaa

Bish I got bands, but I rock Fashion Nova

Yeaa

No even exchange, It ain't no verse for verse

Yeaa

Non dressing bitches, can't go shirt for shirt

Yeaa

Can't put me down, like I'm a black and Mild

Yeaa

I bomb these bitches up, like Wild' N Out

Yeaa

She Gucci down, I call her Bust It baby

Yeaa

I chew these bitches up, like Now N Laters

Yeaa

Just break it down, and yeaa I'll roll it up

Yeaa

And y'all already know what's in my cup

Yeaa

Yea, that's Patron and I like Lemon Juice

Yeaa

Tryna be faithful, but I like a few

Yeaa

Got Neffi hyper, high off Mountain Dew

Yeaa

Don't ask me who is he, don't got a clue

Yeaa

Told all these niggas, I'll give your money back

Yeaa

Cause bitch I'm hot as hell, I want my verses back

Yeaa

He slobbered down, yea It reached his sack

Yeaa

I get thumbs up, two thumbs in my back

Yeaa

Yeaa (Fa sure)

It's The Voice

Yvette Daughter

You know dat

Yeaa

Fa sure dat

Yeaa

Got two thumbs up, two thumbs in my back yeaa

Yeaa

Fa sure

Yeaa

Fa sure

Yeaa

Fa sure dat