Yeeh Yeeh

Yeeh Yeeh - Young Dolph

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Yeeh, yeeh (Let the band play)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Don't know how I made it home last night, everything a blur (damn)

Hallucinatin',

can't remember shit, drunk too much syrup (damn) Doin' one-thirty

down Bellevue, fucked around and scraped the curb (woah) My finger on the trigger (why?), 'cause I got bad nerves

(okay) She say she a bartender (what else?), But she just love to twerk

She say can I be her dinner, and she love chocolate dessert I buy cars like they bicycles, don't make your next car a hearse Can't nobody

count faster than me, I'm a motherfuckin' nerd I stand on top of shit, I stamp that, that's my motherfuckin'

word Hit my blunt, then take a sip, hit the blunt 'gain, and then I swerve Got so high, I bought a parrot