Lyrics:
apparent, could give a fuck if you don't like it
Must be phased by it, why your ass lookin'?
Mane look, I know I'm scorchin' in this motherfucker, settin'
cant lose my ticket I’m invested in the bookies
I ain’t rolling up no cookies
Gotta get a handle
Big step on the seat and pop the clutch cause they
your shit is hot but I'ma show you what is really heat
They download your song a minute later, press delete
I got em jumping up like a lit a fire
this ain't it"
"His beats cool, but can he spit?"
Well, I mean
I was smokin' in the Z when i wrote this and had yo bitch front seat tryna throat dick
I
puffin' green when I drive by
Here is something you can't understand. How I can burn kill a man
Step up if you wanna get some of this here
I got
About me
Uhm
Money talks and im
Speaking it clear
That's why my trunk in da front
& my sneakers is rare
I kno you see me pulling off
Its a seat for you
Everything's live, everything's live
Fucking hell fam, everything's live
Behind the tints, in my seat, live
Step out, see me on street, live
Night belongs to the cavalry
They gotta taste for everything you got
Take your chance while the engine's hot
Forever leather lovers on the street
Stand
good, good, good. Ahem, mic check
Now Ladies and Gentlemen
hurry now to your seats the shows about to begin
and my word you're in for a treat.
Buckle up
a bitch (for real)
Me and you is not the same, when he call I ain't answerin' (ooh)
Hot on your bitch ass, go ahead and have a seat (right here)
Lil' Tay
to the hotel, got in the room
There's shit in the toilet
Dick hair on the seat
And somebody blood on the towel
Well this shit here for you!
Carbonation and puss
still try to kick it and reminisce
Like remember all the hot nights?
In the back seat
Back when kissin' and touchin' would
Turn to fuckin' and
Fuck
back
A hundred thousand cash up in ten stacks
This domestic violence with no get back
That's Mei Ling walkin' with a chin strap
I'm super hot fire
leave
Baby, I know that you can't sleep
When I'm not by your side
I'm sorry, please, don't cry
She like Chanel, yeah, yeah
I do myself, yeah, yeah
Hot boxing on my block
System beating down the walls
From my trunk when it knocks
Put your feet up and relax
Put your seat back to the back
Allow
the kitchen
Now I'm on a mission to find different ways to diss 'em
Leave the toilet seat glistening by the time I finish pissing, yuck!
Listen up
Tryna
just sit in yo' seat
Okay, now you talking my language
I've been on tour for so long, adapted habits
Back home, now it's back to dabbing
Sorry if you
the shits the same
My nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets
To get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
Your eye on the sparrow...Gotta bounce when you hear it
..turn it up a notch..cause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your
Spot..We
Keep it hot like
on to solar mystique
Temperature's rising
Each moment it's climbing
Strapped into this hot seat
I can't take the heat now
Life chain unwinding with
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin" -> Nas
[Nas]
I peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat,
Survive by the ounce all in the mix
Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits
Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it
My niggaz is bout it
Think and lead a coffin right there
We headin' AWOL
My getaway, it's that stick shift call it 8 ball
Hopped in the hot seat I'm drunk nigga
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