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John X Smith
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John X Smith
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John X Smith
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Lyrics
Pull up in the Rover with my Savage he da Rose
Drop a hundred fifty for the 14 karat gold
Her pussy, shit so clean I swear it's made for my nose
You fuckin' with my team then your body gon turn up cold
I ain't got no time for no broke bitch
A hundred racks in my jeans
I ain't show shit
And I just poured up another four
I ain't noticed
And she be gone up off the snow
Cuz she the coldest
Big bills like Ndamukong Suh
She fuckin' for red on her shoes
She ain't finna wake up
She gon hit on the snooze
I'm sick bitch, I'm down with the flu
Popped a pill and then drank
Pussy pop peeling paint
Fucked a bitch 'till she faint
Now she callin' me a saint
No Drew Breeze
But I'm ballin' motherfucker
I ain't Bruce Lee
But I'mma chop a motherfucker
I ain't choosey
But bad bitch'll get my dick
I'm in the two seat
Cuz that four'll make me sick ya
Pew, pew pew pew
She think I am cute ah
We tight like a noose ah
I ain't callin' a truce
And this ain't a flook ya
No no no
She love me
Pull up in the Rover with my Savage he da Rose
Drop a hundred fifty for the 14 karat gold
Her pussy, shit so clean I swear it's made for my nose
You fuckin' with my team then your body gon turn up cold
I ain't got no time for no broke bitch
A hundred racks in my jeans
I ain't show shit
And I just poured up another four
I ain't noticed
And she be gone up off the snow
Cuz she the coldest
Popped like two Norcos with the wine
Ain't that fucked up
But I ain't finna drive
Livin' it up while I'm still alive
Cleanin' up, in and out with the tide
Said I'm fly with no stylist on
But, bitch I keep it hard like it's teflon
And bitch I do it all 'till the rest is gone yeah
And I ain't finna sleep 'till the mess is gone
Ain't fuckin' with a bitch she a groupie
Got a bad bitch, but she boujee
Hear a bitch loose call her goosey
But, I'mma find out what the truth is
I'm a ruthless motherfucker I ain't lying
That's why I don't keep phony motherfuckers by my side
I ain't lying
Pull up in the Rover with my Savage he da Rose
Drop a hundred fifty for the 14 karat gold
Her pussy, shit so clean I swear it's made for my nose
You fuckin' with my team then your body gon turn up cold
I ain't got no time for no broke bitch
A hundred racks in my jeans
I ain't show shit
And I just poured up another four
I ain't noticed
And she be gone up off the snow
Cuz she the coldest
Written by: John X Smith