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You put that pussy on the pedal stool I got the Prada on the pedal on whatever's available I drive my cars according to which one had got gas in it Know I got flavor, I get paid off ad-libbin' (Toni) I ain't goin' back and forth, badminton Bad bitch, ass different (Bad) I brag different (Brag), my bag different (Brag different) My tag different, my mag different (Brr) Brr (Fah), fah-fah-fah (Ok) Ok, I'm reloadin', surrounded by the deep throaters that meet quotas Drop promethazine in the peach soda Weed rollers (Yeah), I was summoned by all the street soldiers (Mm) Cuban link on hug, you give you the cold shoulder (Woo) I might flirt with a chicken, give her the wrong number (Mm) I dropped the top of the year, it's gon' be a cold summer (Cold) I dropped the top of the coupe, it look like a roadrunner I grab my own dick, like, let me hold somethin' We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era (Uh) I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era (Hey) Fly exotic, diabolic, the psychologic Cypher solid, rock jewels that's nice and brolic Come from it, never stunted, keep it a hundred Speak to the blunted, no sleep, deep in her stomach Top billin', blew the spot, not through the ceilin' Who not chillin'? See a whole lot in they feelings One million, two million, three million, four Five million, six million, fuck it, want it all Face off, hit the clutch, give it and take off (Vroom) Cake off, 'cause I'm scared to let these invades 'cause ASOS, widebody, no weight loss Why try me? As high as I be is state four Fresh garments, penthouse, hidden apartments Gettin' it constant, came up, mission accomplished Two initials, too on point, too official A too OG, I'm who'll get you We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era Stackin', st-st-stackin' plenty papers Plenty, plenty papers Plen-plen-plen-plen-plen-, plenty papers
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Patrick Baril, Anthony Cruz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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