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Victory Lap
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Past 7 Days
Victory Lap was discovered most frequently at around 25 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So lame, I can't kick it with you lame boys
Cocaine, when I whip, it make cocaine noise, huh
Propane, you gon' get hit with the flame, boy, huh
Hit a stain, do three hundred, then switch lanes, boy
I got the fame, I ain't had nothin' to my name, boy, yeah
I can't change, big fat blunts rolled to the brain, boy, huh
You missed everything, gotta work on your aim, boy, huh
We just booted out the roof and we went airborne, huh
I wasn't just born yesterday
Wake up, we pape'd up, and we gettin' cake
Hold up, I did too much Xans, yeah, they put it in my face, huh
Still servin' J's, ayy, it's a brand-new day, huh
Told the bitch to kick it or come do it my way
You can let me hit it or go hit the highway
You've been smokin' midget, see the look in your face, yeah
You not friends with digits, your ho lookin' my way
I just need to know if you could do these three little things
Get fly, get by, and just stand out my way
Yeah, I rock what I want, I ain't goin' by the theme
We just fuckin' for the night, no, we can't be a thing, hey
Diamonds on my wrist, yeah, diamonds on my rings, huh
Fucked up with my bitch, now I'm single than a Pringle, huh
Black and white McLaren whip, I'm whippin' a tuxedo
I said, "What's the plans?" 'Cause I'm turnt and I'm single
Everybody said they know, when I pulled up, I'm like, "You ain't know"
Why this bitch keep playin'? Got the racks in the mink coat
Your bitch off the chain, yeah, we fuckin' with the freak ho
I was on a plane, I can't even refresh my feed, yo
I just hit the main thing, I can't lie, I need both
I just flew my main thing way overseas, yeah
Way overseas
Stop playin' with me
I'll flame you to the tee
I'll pin you to a tree
Got baguettes on my teeth
Got boogers on my teeth
New Porsche, no Need for Speed, huh
"Yeah, I gotta eat," yeah, go buy Chef Boyardee
They don't invite us to parties 'cause we make they hoes get on knees
You wanna race? I go Benz, Squeeze
I woke up countin' Benjis
[Outro]
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Written by: Amari Middleton, Rok Curkovic

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