Tyla Yaweh - Tommy Lee Lyrics

Tyla Yaweh "Tommy Lee":

Ah, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio
I'm okay
Papa
You want papa?
I want you Papa
Aight
XL Eagle made it

[:Tyla Yaweh:]
You always talkin' about it, you never makin' no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like an option, if she talkin' and get out of pocket
I'm livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
So look at me now, cost a feed and double C's all on my feet
You always talkin' about it, yeah, you always talkin' about it
You say that you rockin' about it, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
Livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
So look at me now, cost a feed and double C's all on my feet

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I'm changin' my color to Nipsey blue
Your racks it get smaller, that shit pitiful
If you tryna get so psychical
Got one wrong move make you impensable
I livin' my life like an criminal
I copped that shit first of the day
Be quiet, there's no one to blame, yeah
My lawyer say "We beat the case"
I'm livin' my life celebration
I'm thankin' the Lord, I got patience
I'm lovin' the way that she take it
I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
She bringin' it back just to prove it (Prove it)
I'm givin' her work just to move it, yeah
And livin' the life that I'm choosin', yeah
I'm gettin' these racks, gettin' stoopy, yeah

You always talkin' about it, you never makin' no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like an option, if she talkin' and get out of pocket
I'm livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
So look at me now, cost a feed and double C's all on my feet
You always talkin' about it, yeah, you always talkin' about it
You say that you rockin' about it, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
Livin' life like a rockstar, pullin' up stretch limousine
So look at me now, cost a feed and double C's all on my feet

[:Post Malone:]
Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee (Tommy Lee)
You ain't go no stick, can't rock with me (Rock with me)
Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me (Rocks on me)
I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me (Copy me)
I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' the shit (Wow)
I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch
I hop out the plane and went straight to the whip
I know they can see it, I think that's pretty cool if you askin' me
Bugatti, no body roll, [?] in back of the candy [?]
I lower my lawyer cost, I hear he wanna run up the smoke
Pull up to the party, oh, and we like to party hard
I finish the bottle dawg, get this bitch jumpin', no Mario
Still shit, so, hot
Cigarettes, car
Bedroom stars
Please don't save my life