Lyrics:
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
lame
Still sippin' up on that kool-aid like
Ah
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my
On sait qui tire les coups francs
On sait qui réchauffe le banc
On sait qui tire les coups francs
J'attendrais pas qu'on me donne l'accord de tout prendre
You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire
Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple
Choppa got
the tire
Copyright 2023 by David Ray/Missing Keys Music/BMI
Girl I want you by my side
For your love I no go tire
Like military I no retire (ohhh I no retire )
E get something wey de my mind
Girl I want to let
where panties, hoes
If I'm ridin' by you gonna see it bitch bring it
I'm the freshest in my city and I mean it bitch bring it
I bring lighting from
Whats the atire
Yeah, eh
Anything designer
Yeah, eh
Im feeling inspired
yeah, eh
Fuck til' we tire
Yeah, eh
Whats the atire
Nana, na
Anything
broke by yourself
I'm investing in my craft
Then imma invest in myself
I'm on a grind
Not doing too bad for myself, huh
If you wanna stay broke
Then just
by
Like a wildfire
Or a flat tire
Like a pretty liar
For a little while
Like a scared child
I can fake a smile
We can run and hide
Until this passes us
cause time is going by
We got angel wings cause everybody die
Yeah you said you wanted honesty no lies
Truth be told I be getting hella high
But that's
supplies they know Get by the bundle
Gas so good feeling like im in a Shuttle and my
Money sky high like it took off in a Shuttle
Niggas guarding me don't
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
(lifeline)
I was scrolling through my tweets, had Adele up on repeat
And saw a madness on my timeline (on my timeline)
LBC's tryna' black ball me
Adele (Ooh)
No stylist, since a kid been gettin' dressed by myself (yeah)
Before she sucked me off, she asked me where I got my belt
We in your city,
And the trucks were sliding sideways
Like sons of bitches
They were putting on their tire chains
Rolling into ditches
And I crawled on by
Like God was
casa
Y cuando tuve una de un portazo la tiré
Scobby du by du by du by du by du
Scobby du by du by du by du by du
Si quieren visitarme les doy mi
The ocean is a shallow grave
Buried by the waves
To feed upon the rare
Will we tire of the taste
Will we tire of the taste
Of what could have been
Avoid
I can do it by myself I don't need y'all
I can do it by myself I don't need your fucking help bitch
Dolo since a jit I been rollin like Adele bitch
a hat, waved a wand and cast a spell
Then the music all switched up into something by Adele
Everything was going right, then it wasn’t going well
So I
It's a party errday ga re khutsi
Popping bottles sidl'ubusha bethu
I'm with my bae kuhanjwa 2 by 2
2 by 2
Adiwele!
Adiwele adiwele adiwele
Adiwele
I'm too fly, get the fuck from around me
Stacking this money, and duckin the county
Watch the swerve, watch the play
We tryna stack this shit up by
by BF Good tires and bailing wire.
Well, I went to high school and I was not popular.
Now I am older, and it don't matter.
Ole Black's my truck's
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