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Vince Staples - Yeah Right

Yeah Right
Vince Staples
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[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah!

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night?
Is you well-paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the plug right?
Got your head right? Boy, yeah right!

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah!

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Pretty woman wanna slit her wrist,
Pretty woman wanna be a rich man's bitch,
Pretty women want a couple kids,
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips,
Pretty women wanna push a Benz,
Come correct, and she won't let you in,
Thumbin' through a check, she gets it in,
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah!

[Bridge: Kučka]
Got an enemy that changes depending what direction
You're facing,
Got an enemy that tells you what block and what division
You're placed in,
You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle
You're chasing,
Keep pretending, make it real until every cell replaced, erased.

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Pop till it's vacant,
Pop till the wrist pop,
Pop till he shakin',
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation,
No allegation.
Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation,
New York nigga be like "deadass",
L.A. nigga be like "on the dead homies",
I was off the porch like FedEx,
211, got bread on me.
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist,
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp,
Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember them,
Just canary yellow gem, jumpin' out the fuckin' gym.
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty,
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early,
Fade like shadows, corrallin' the cattle,
A bitches decision for you is narrow.
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh,
The physic, the chemist, the lame –
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange,
Compatible for riches with more to gain.
A sad nigga? Yeah, right.
I don't fair fight but I bear fight,
Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight,
Hangin' on my last four kills for the highlights,
My life, hiii life, high five, bye-bye.

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right,
Boy, yeah!

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