YEAH YEAH YEAH (feat. The Rise of the Phoenix)

She said
One more down just to pipe down
Two more down just pipe up
Becky G, I'm going to pipe down
Three more pipes, I'm going to pipe down
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, listen

One more down just to pipe down
Two more down just pipe up
Becky G, I'm going to pipe down
Three more pipes, I'm going to pipe down
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, listen

They see me drowning the juice
But I ain't playing
Them bitches just wanting the boost
That's what she saying
She catfish the fuck outta Gooz
And she ain't staying
But we rolling the goose
And red bull chasing
Fucking them bitches and staying
At night she know that she paying
Triple date cuffing and sharing
Never no bottle no vacant
She twerking and dancing and slaying
No text her, she shaking and baking
Fuck, it we drinking and smoking
I'm faded, I don't know the basics
Basic, you taste it and taste it
Someone go get me the chaser
I don't know time or the places
Can't read my phone, so go say it
I do not take all the bitches, they come to me
You think I'm stealing your hoe? She's not for me
Let go the cuffs and the choker, I'll make her free
We ain't pimping no hoes, they just for me

She said
One more down just to pipe down
Two more down just pipe up
Becky G, I'm going to pipe down
Three more pipes, I'm going to pipe down
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, listen
One more down just to pipe down
Two more down just pipe up
Becky G, I'm going to pipe down
Three more pipes, I'm going to pipe down
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, listen

Addicted to this music shit, but I still gotta to work
Bills are piling up and I have no silver fork
Stress is building up, like a bottle of wine
Like a bottle of wine, I'm about to pop my cork
From all the shit that I've done in the past
I wouldn't be surprised if it's me they tried to bork
It's not how you start, it's how you finish, bitch
Got back on the ball, now I'm on a fucking roll
Can't sleep until my conscience is clear and what I need to do is done
About four, five fucking hours of sleep, damn
Fuck that shit, I need to dip right back into my head
Baby step right back into that shit
Because, I'm tired of this anxiety shit bringing me down
I need to get back into the positive mode
God, why did you fucking leave me a second ago
But I thought I had that shit right back
I thought I had that bag
That black girl gave me back my soul
Other girl took it a minute ago on her way home
She should've been grateful
Bitch forgot to say thank you
Bitch forgot to be thankful
Thank you, Davis, for letting me take a bit of your soul
On my road to go, because I don't even know who the fuck I am
So, I had to take a bit of you, instead
Finding out for my fucking self, bitch
Bitch (Uh)
Bitch (Yeah)

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Credits
Writer(s): David Whitham Jr.
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