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Lil Yachty - Water On The Window Freestyle Lyrics

Lil Yachty - Water On The Window Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

It’s a motherfuckin’ vibe right here, boy

Dead for real

Mm, yup, yup

Ha-ha, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Ayy, ayy

Wow!


[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

Tell ’em we rich now

Tell him I might fuck his bitch now

Might cop a coupe with a shift now

Finally got money to order my food and pay tips now

Might as well fuck with the crips now

But I still fuck with the big B’s

You can catch hot shells, like hot cakes all day like it’s Mikey D’s

Use to ride ’round on them 22’s, walkin’ around in them 23’s

Bro get that stack and I turn a 10 to a 20, I call that shit double G’s

I done bought Gucci’s last 5 seasons

I hit your bitch at the four seasons

Niggas find every reason as to why they not where they should be in life, dawg

I rock a wedding ring on my marriage finger, but I can’t have a wife, dawg

Still with a tribe on a quest, tryna get it, yeah, R.I.P. Phife Dawg

Still switching lanes with the gang, lights blinkin’

Doin’ dash in the white frog


[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

Yeah, I done made millions on millions

Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty, Chamillion’

Can’t go back broke, ’cause I wanna have children

Took the whole gang, put ’em in one pavilion

Back on my shit, so it’s fuck how you feelin’

Nigga don’t fuck with me, like I’m a villain

But I ain’t do no wrong, I just be chillin’


[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]

I think they mad cause this car drips ice down, damn, this just the rich life

I think they mad cause they wife might get sliced

If it’s only a boring night

I’m a young nigga, worth a lot of money, walkin’ with a pole, fuck a fist fight

I think I was born with a seventh sense, I think my newest bitch heaven sent


[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Yeah, yeah, bitch I’m best friends with the mailman

Drop off a pack at my doorstep

Walk in your spot, get the floor swept

Shoutout them folks who had overslept, didn’t fuck with me till they knew I could help

Now I’m walkin’ ’round with them big knots

Big Bentley B’s and them droptops

Big booty bitches in crop tops

Eatin’ up dick ’till they teeth rot

Fuck clubbing, I’m at the main spot

Them niggas, they in the same spot

I had to clear up my mental, huh

Rolex time in the central, VVS in my dentals

Hella cars, it’s essential, hey

I’m droppin’ 30 like Devin Booker

Snatch up yo bitch because she’s a looker

Bitch, I’m the wave like a bag of Ruffles

Not with the internet scuffle

My bitch say she want a bigger ass

I told her gon’ head and pump it up

Now that’s an everyday struggle, fuck

Yeaah, I’m getting tired of these frenemies

Cuttin’ off all of the fake niggas

Lately, I ain’t like your energy

I be better off by myself, oh well, yes


[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

Yeah, I done made millions on millions

Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty, Chamillion’

Can’t go back broke, ’cause I wanna have children

Took the whole gang, put ’em in one pavilion

Back on my shit, so it’s fuck how you feelin’

Nigga don’t fuck with me, like I’m a villain

But I ain’t do no wrong, I just be chillin’


[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]

I think they mad cause this car drips ice down, damn, this just the rich life

I think they mad cause they wife might get sliced

If it’s only a boring night

I’m a young nigga, worth a lot of money, walkin’ with a pole, fuck a fist fight

I think I was born with a seventh sense, I think my newest bitch heaven sent

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