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Artist: Vince Staples f/ KUCKA, Kendrick Lamar
Album:  Big Fish Theory
Song:   Yeah Right
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

Ohh!

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeeeeeah - oww!)

[Vince Staples]
Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night?
Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the plug right?
Got your head right? Boy yeah right

[Chorus]

[Vince Staples]
Pretty woman wanna slit the wrist
Pretty woman wanna be a rich man's bitch
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips
Pretty women wanna push a Benz
Come correct and she won't let you in
Thumbin' through a check, she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

[Chorus]

[Interlude: KUCKA]
Got an enemy that changes 
Dependin' what direction, you're fa-cin'
Got an enemy that tells you 
What block and what division, you're placed, in
You pretend to get a better idea 
About the lifestyle, you're cha-sin'
Keep pretendin', make it real 
Until every cell replaced, erased

[Kendrick Lamar]
Pop 'til it's vacant
Pop 'til the wrist pop, pop 'til he shakin'
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation, no allegation
Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation
New York nigga be like "deadass"
L.A. nigga be like "on the dead homies"
I was off the porch like Fed-Ex
211, got bread on me~!
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp, uh
Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember them
Just canary yellow gem, jumpin' out the fuckin' gym, uh
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty, uh
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early, uh
Fade like shadows, the stallion, the cattle
A bitch's decision for you is narrow
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh
The physic, the chemist, the lame
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
I said nigga yeah right, I don't fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin' on my last four kills for the highlights
My life, Hiii life, high five, bye bye

[Outro: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeeeeeah!)