Yoko

I can die tomorrow, baby, I ain't making plans withchya
Text "4:44, take a chance", ay
Coach put me in the game, got the tearaway pants on
Looking at the brown bills, "Hey handsome!"
Had a fit, threw it on, had a tantrum
When you always get it like that, niggas mad, ay
They won't think bout starting sumn 'cause they can't, dog
And my brother keep a lil sumn, this ain't that
Dog
I said I hate you, say it back, love
Can't get too attached, love
That's just where I'm at, love
I need more 20s in my 20s, think it's adding up
I met Queen Elizzy, I think we a perfect match

A nigga got out it out the pocket
McNabb in this shit
Got bitches fighting for me
McMahon in this shit
We the Beatles, hit the road with my mans
Yoko Ono, we split up the bands

I feel like Bijan how I let that bitch go
I don't miss her, not even a little
When it comes to my name, you better tiptoe
How you got no bread?
Niggas doing keto?
I pull the strings, I don't play second fiddle
Somersbys got punch like Klitschko
Now I'm lightheaded
Do I look like Sisqó, babe?
I'm big dog
Can't fit me in a kennel
I'm big, dawg
Don't treat me like a kiddo
Yeah, I feel like Bij how I let that bitch go
Fuck with me, I'll tell you what you want
Fucking me 'cause I'm doing what he don't do
French kissing on a nigga, merci beaucoup
I ain't Teezo, I'm still gon' touchdown
Baby, yeah
Used to tease tease, you wanna touch now
Baby, yeah
I'm the bee's knees
In grade 11, I was busy selling cheat sheets
No time to go the dance

A nigga got out it out the pocket
McNabb in this shit
Got bitches fighting for me
McMahon in this shit
We the Beatles, hit the road with my mans
Yoko Ono, we split up the
A nigga got out it out the pocket
McNabb in this shit
Got bitches fighting for me
McMahon in this shit
We the Beatles, hit the road with my mans
Yoko Ono, we split up the bands

Bijan 'bout it, 'bout it boy



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Writer(s): Bijan Amirkhani, Kyle Wildfern
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