Lil Yachty – Worth It Lyrics



[Intro]
Mmm-mm, oh-oh
Oh-oh, Lil Boat
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?

[Chorus]
She don’t think she worth it
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect
Late night on the net, she be surfin’
Looking for a surgery to purchase
Mmm, shit I think you fine though
If that’s what you wanna do, it’s fine though
You gon’ be a 10 either way
I wouldn’t have you any other way

[Verse 1]
Ooh, you sophisticated (Ooh), educated
Held up for herself, it’s perpetuated
But she look in the mirror and get devastated, why?
She said I won’t understand ’cause I am a man
Baby, that’s alright, let’s take a trip out to the sand
I don’t give a fuck if your titties don’t stand
I won’t give a fuck if your lips kinda thin
You is still a 10
Let me come in
Get rid of your friends
Let me come in tonight
Let me come in tonight
Let me phone in tonight

[Chorus]
Ohh-oh-oh-woah
She don’t think she worth it
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect (She is)
Late night on the net, she be surfin’ (She be searchin’)
Looking for a surgery to purchase (Woah-oh)
Mmm, shit I think you fine though (So fine)
If that’s what you want to do, it’s fine though (All mine)
You gon’ be a 10 either way (A 10)
I wouldn’t have you any other way

[Verse 2]
True story, that’s my little baby
New Mercedes, go pick up your ladies
She a city girl, she be talkin’ crazy
She know it’s Yachty’s world, diamonds not fugazi (Not fugazi)
I love you for who you are
God don’t mess up at all
Even when he make us with flaws

[Chorus]
She don’t think she worth it (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
Late night on the net, she be surfing (La, la, la, la-la, la!)
Looking for a surgery to purchase
(La, la, la, la, la-la, la!)
Mmm, shit I think you fine though
If that’s what you want to do, it’s fine though (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
You gon’ be a 10 either way (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
I wouldn’t have you any other way (La, la!)

[Outro]
La, la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la



TeeCee4800 – Crippin (feat. Vince Staples & D. Loc)



[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
Told ’em how we get it
How we crippin’, niggas ain’t with it
NY hat, nigga that’s my fitted
Where you at? nigga be ‘pecific
I pull up quick, that’s how I’m crippin’
Two hundred racks all in my vision
But I’ll take more ’cause ain’t no limit
Ran through hoes, you can call me Emmitt
TeeCee the loc ’bout his business
None of our money ’cause I ain’t in it
Bitch been broke for way too long
Now look how a nigga living
D. Loc been gone way too long
Now look how a nigga living
All we need is TC home
Man that’d be crippin’

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Everything I do, I do it twice
New Mercedes for the player price
Bitches talkin’ ’bout they want some ease
Call the lords if you need a vice
Niggas call the phone to put me on
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout the set
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout a check
Group of gangsters gets you no respect
Swear I’m never seen up in the streets
Like that’s where the fuck I’m supposed to be
Did this shit, I live this shit, believe
Old shit so now I’m overseas
Loc killed him, caught him with his niece
Army shells crazy in the Beach
I’m the one that told ’em ’bout the Norf
You the one that don’t nobody know

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 3: D. Loc]
Tell ’em how you crippin’
With a four-fifth, nigga poppin’ that clip in
If a nigga want trip, he can smoke the fishes
Little old bitch, that’s how I’m living
Spit ’til the nigga get hit
Wig get split, tryna hit that fence
Then I slide off in that whip
Man they still don’t know who did it
Don’t believe I never gave a fuck
Liquor with the snickers, throwing up
Can’t you see my niggas goin’ up?
MTM, my niggas goin’ nuts
Lil homies, homegirls or the homies, yeah we gon’ ride
This the type of shit gone see all day in the mob

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

Kanye West – Devil In A New Dress (feat. Rick Ross)

[Kanye West]
I love it though
I love it though

[Chorus]
Uh put your hands to the constellations
they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I’m preaching to the congregation
we love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

I mean a n-gga did a lot of waiting
we aint married but tonight I need some consummation

[Kanye West – Verse 1]
may the Lord forgive us
may the God’s be with us
and that magic hour I seen good christians make rash decisions
oh she do it, what happened to Religion?
oh she lose it
she putting on her make up
she casually allure
text message break up, the casualty of tour
how she gone wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing off
hood phenomenom, the Lebron of rhyme
hard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotron
I’m looking at her like “this what you really want it, huh?”
what we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

[Chorus]

(satan, satan, satan)

[Kanye West – Verse 2]
When the sun go down its the magic hour
the magic hour
and outta all the colours that are still up the skies
you got green on your mind
I can see it in your eyes
why you standing there with your face screwed up
don’t leave while your hot that’s how Mase screwed up
throwing sh-t around, the whole place screwed up
maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered you jerk, she said “you are what you eat”
you see I always loved your sense of humour
but tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
the Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme thats Dior Homme not Dior homie
the crib scarface couldn’t be more Tony
you love me for me could you be more phoney

[Chorus]
Uh put your hands to the constellations
they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
haven’t said a word, haven’t said a word
to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?

[Rick Ross – Verse 3]
Lookin’ at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin’ at my wrist it’ll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin’ Rosé all along
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga the shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin’ up the Lord’s ladder
We still speedin’ runnin’ signs like they don’t matter
Uh, hater talkin’ never made me mad
Never that when I’m in my favorite papertag
Therefore G4s at the Clearport
When it come to tools fool I’m a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin’ so it’s on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, they’ll export
So many cars DMV though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin’ mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique’s appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over
Gettin’ 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I’m makin’ love to the angel of death
Catchin’ feelings never stumble retracin’ my steps
[End]