Yaro - Private Lyrics

Damn
Can't be too private, got two twin hoes, they keep me up fighting
I like it
Bring out the yellow tape, we don't advise it
Yeah, I beat up the pack Mike Tyson
I know she wants the racks, she likin'
Funny, I don't really find myself smiling no more
I don't really find myself smiling, unless I got a check
Money and sex, I wish you the best
You workin' on your next already f*ck
Why you out there trappin' for them pennies?
Whole table covered white like yeti
Stack it up like Jenga, keep it steady
You too messy, baby, please don't text me
Danger, we may have fell out of love
But you don't gotta be no stranger
It's static, load up the clip like Texas Ranger
These boys my sons, stealing my swag from a manger
Damn
Can't be too private, got two twin hoes, they keep me up fighting
I like it
Bring out the yellow tape, we don't advise it
Yeah, I beat up the pack Mike Tyson
I know she wants the racks, she likin'
Funny, I don't really find myself smiling no more
Can't be too private, got two twin hoes, they keep me up fighting
I like it
Bring out the yellow tape, we don't advise it
Yeah, I beat up the pack Mike Tyson
I know she wants the racks, she likin'
Funny, I don't really find myself smiling no more
You makin' it hard on me, you makin' it hard on me
You makin' it hard on me, you makin' it hard on me
Hold up, why is your thot on me
You makin' it really hard on me You makin' it really hard to breathe
Act like these bands can fall off trees
Two twin hoes, they fight in the sheets
Roll up the dope, I'm high as can be
Bitch love the cameras I put her in scene
Then leave her on seen
I'ma die on DND
Yeah, you lyin' through your teeth Hop up in the seat, fye underneath
Damn
Can't be too private, got two twin hoes, they keep me up fighting
I like it
Bring out the yellow tape, we don't advise it
Yeah, I beat up the pack Mike Tyson
I know she wants the racks, she likin'
Funny, I don't really find myself smiling no more