歌词

Yeah (La Música de Harry Fraud) I put a spiral on that motherfucker I put quiet exhaust on that motherfucker Fuck feeling like it, I'm actually a boss on this motherfucker Ross threw a car show on his lawn, we sent calls to that motherfucker Please don't stop, got them chrome hammers on my drop top Peace signs on a hood ornament, the drug war is hot Roll of paper full of pot Pocket full of fun coupons, that's what I got Jordan Belfort made it rain from the yacht Fuck them agents and whoever pay 'em Slim chance, but I had to take it Now we ice skating, watch face band and bracelet Diamonds dancing, Harlem shaking, I'm from New Orleans New Orleans made me the world paid me, my hustle saved me Struggle couldn't break me Yeah, pop tags like bubble wrap Yeah, drop bars and then pile 'em rags back Hop, low-rider cars, higher than the stars Rider in the dark, enlighten you all Pop tags like bubble wrap Yeah, drop bars and then pile 'em rags back Hop, low-rider cars, higher than the stars Rider in the dark, enlighten you all Dippin' in plush Benzes, my knowledge is extensive I've snapped the park to Sparrow in the trenches, I land in somethin' expensive Yeah girl, fuck with me 'cause I'm eccentric When the Benz God talk, Benz talk, they pay attention Koenig's specials from Japan Andretti OG as my lungs expand Fully automatic weaponry in the Brevis van Look how I turn all my fantasies into daily plans Brought the '80s back, park pre-mergers on Miami sand Had to buy it twice, wide bodies, that's my Miami vice That's my bitch for life, paint red, but the panties white I just make her scream, I'm up in her guts, that's every night Start the engine, made her cry the low-tech look stocked to the naked eye Purple Picasso with the pink and socks Patina Collective took abandoned Benzes, made them fly Did it for the team SGS's, watch us reign supreme Woke up to a dream twin Maybachs for my self-esteem, for real Peace signs on a hood ornament, the drug war is hot Roll of paper full of pot Pocket full of fun coupons, I got Jordan Belfort made it rain from the yacht Fuck them agents, and whoever pay 'em That's a lot, but I had to make it Slim chance, but I had to take it Now we ice skating, watch face band and bracelet Pop tags like bubble wrap Yeah, drop bars and then pile 'em rags back Hop, low-rider cars, higher than the stars Rider in the dark, enlighten you all
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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