Kali Uchis - Bullets in ya store

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Yes, yeah
Yes, yes, yeah
Yes, yes, yeah
Yes, yes, yeah (JFK)

{Kali Uchis}
Money on the floor, hunting for you all
Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store
I'ma blow you up to your clients now
I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now
Money on the floor, hunting for you all
Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store
I'ma blow you up to your clients now
I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now

Hi wassa-wassa
Baby, don't I look handsome?
By the river as I'm holding you for ransom
She deliver the body to your mansion
Should've considered paying me a little attention
He was missing on the scene so don't blame him
When he grew up like the paper streets raised him
Hopes and dreams, we're all a bitches so address him
And some yellow diamond ornaments to glaze his skin
Wonder why you never write no more
Every day a little harder than the day before
But this bill full of dope got my pill full of hope
As she layin' in some powder on the bathroom floor
Oh, by the way, I took a Chevrolet
You should've had to do it your way, so I took the highway
Breeze blowing through my braids, that's nice
Eight Alpine speakers on ice

Money on the floor, hunting for you all
Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store
I'ma blow you up to your clients now
I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now
Money on the floor, hunting for you all
Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store
I'ma blow you up to your clients now
I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now

(I'ma blow you up to your clients now
I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now)

My blanket chinchilla, I'm feeling the feeler
My anklet equivalent, you're electric killer
I am your mama, your daddy, your dealer
Bullets in your store but I ain't no killer
At the pit stop, rolling dice till my rim drop
Yellin' they gon' end my life, what's with them cops?
Probably wanna be my wife, not today, baby
I know it's been a hard life, that's okay, baby
Stepin' to my new CD, what I do it for?
Tell your girl she can't be me, we invisible
Just like I got leprosy, you can't touch me, hoe
You can't touch me, hoe

Hi wassa-wassa
Why you gotta make me out like this?
Why you gotta make me out like this?
Eyes on my chain, eyes on my wrist
Why you gotta make me out like this?
Why you gotta make me out like this?
Why you gotta make me out like this?
I know I'm not hard to miss, but
Why you gotta make me out like this?

My blanket chinchilla, I'm feeling the feeler
My anklet equivalent, you're electric killer
I am your mama, your daddy, your dealer
Bullets in your store, but I ain't no killer