
Fill Up My Cup Lil Yachty (Ft. JBan$2Turnt)
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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(I’m Working on Dying)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Fill up my cup, ew (Yeah), fill up my cup, ew (Yeah)
Fill up my cup, ew (Yeah), fill up my cup, ew (Yeah)
Fill up my cup, ew, fill up my cup, ew (Yeah)
Fill up my cup, ew, fill up my cup, ew
Fill up my cup, ew, fill up my cup, ew
Fill up my cup, ew (Yeah), fill up my cup, ew (Back with gang)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I ain’t throwin’ no white flag
I ain’t never drove in no Jaug’
Only big B’s
Niggas turn fool for the cash
Niggas uncool for the cash, I drew for the cash
I don’t show ass for the cash
But I’ll pay cash for the ass, pop tags for the ass
Keep extended clips of the Mag’
Tucked in the Dior, Dior bag
Big boy jewelry, unh
Stones a hundred thou’, are you kiddin’ me?
Coulda bought an island, no kiddin’ me
Coulda bought a pеrson, you shittin’ me?
Lookin’ at my bitch I can tell by her facе that I coulda bought a purse, fuck that
It coulda been worse, trust that
Think about five that we came, four more we first step, oh, Slatt
(I’m Working on Dying)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Fill up my cup, ew (Yeah), fill up my cup, ew (Yeah)
Fill up my cup, ew (Yeah), fill up my cup, ew (Yeah)
Fill up my cup, ew, fill up my cup, ew (Yeah)
Fill up my cup, ew, fill up my cup, ew
Fill up my cup, ew, fill up my cup, ew
Fill up my cup, ew (Yeah), fill up my cup, ew (Back with gang)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I ain’t throwin’ no white flag
I ain’t never drove in no Jaug’
Only big B’s
Niggas turn fool for the cash
Niggas uncool for the cash, I drew for the cash
I don’t show ass for the cash
But I’ll pay cash for the ass, pop tags for the ass
Keep extended clips of the Mag’
Tucked in the Dior, Dior bag
Big boy jewelry, unh
Stones a hundred thou’, are you kiddin’ me?
Coulda bought an island, no kiddin’ me
Coulda bought a pеrson, you shittin’ me?
Lookin’ at my bitch I can tell by her facе that I coulda bought a purse, fuck that
It coulda been worse, trust that
Think about five that we came, four more we first step, oh, Slatt
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