Karaoke Tommy Lee av Post Malone, Tyla Yaweh — sjung med på texten på Singa

Tommy Lee Karaoke

Tyla YawehPost Malone

LåttextTommy Lee

Ah ****

I'm just workin' in the studio

Okay

You miss me

Papa

Callin' me papa

I want you papa

'Aight

I'll call you right back

You always talkin' about it

You never makin' no profit

I treat my **** like a option

And if she talkin' and

get out of pocket

I'm livin' life like a rockstar

Pullin' up stretch limousines

To look at me that cost a fee

Them double C's all on my feet

You always talkin' about it

Yeah

You always talkin' about it

You say that you rappin' in

private yeah

But I see that you cap about it

Livin' life like a rockstar

Pullin' up stretch limousines

To look at me that cost a fee

Them double C's all on my feet

I changed my color to

Nipsey Blue

Your racks lookin' small

That **** pitiful

If you try-na get so physical

That .45 will make you invisible

I'm livin' my life like a criminal

I call that **** first 48

I been quiet

There's no one to blame yeah

My lawyer said

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

I'm givin' her work just to

move it yeah

I'm livin' a life that I'm

choosin' yeah

I'm gettin' these racks

Gettin' stupid yeah

You always talkin' about it

You never makin' no profit

I treat my **** like a option

And if she talkin' and

get out of pocket

I'm livin' life like a rockstar

Pullin' up stretch limousines

To look at me that cost a fee

Them double C's all on my feet

You always talkin' about it

Yeah

You always talkin' about it

You say that you rappin' in

private yeah

But I see that you cap about it

Livin' life like a rockstar

Pullin' up stretch limousines

To look at me that cost a fee

Them double C's all on my feet

Pull up with a drum

like I'm Tommy Lee

Yaweh got a stick

Came to rock with me

Milli on wrist

Ain't no rocks on me

I'm pretty as ****

Wanna copy me

I heard you was mad

'Cause I'm poppin' as ****

I'm poppin' the 'pagne

And I'm poppin' that ***** wow

I hop out a plane and went

straight to the whip

I know they can see

I think that's pretty cool

If you askin' me

Bugatti no body roll

Curtains in back of the

candy Rolls

I love when my lawyer calls

I hate when I run outta smoke

Pull up to the party y'all

And we like to party y'all

I finish the bottle dog

Get this ***** jumpin'

No Mario

Still ****'s so hard

Cigarettes cough

Bathroom stalls

Please don't save my life oh

You always talkin' about it

You never makin' no profit

I treat my **** like a option

And if she talkin' and

get out of pocket

I'm livin' life like a rockstar

Pullin' up stretch limousines

To look at me that cost a fee

Them double C's all on my feet

You always talkin' about it

Yeah

You always talkin' about it

You say that you rappin' in

private yeah

But I see that you cap about it

Livin' life like a rockstar

Pullin' up stretch limousines

To look at me that cost a fee

Them double C's all on my feet

Livin' life like a rockstar