elliot (feat. 1300SAINT)
untiljapan
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I went to Elliot, got me some Elliots I need a new watch, God damn I smoke a new opp, God damn Baby what you on, huh yea I'm on some new ones, cant hear We need some new thots in here Too much gas in my lungs My fault my nigga, I really cant hear you None of my niggas come near you Burn off the tires, man I'm some fast fuel Its up to God, man I'm gon' surpass you We on the track too F*ck on a groupie, man I call that fan fuel Hand me the damn tool I make the choppa sing something to dance to He got his shit took, I would be pressed too He got his bitch took, somebody pressed you Get a tattoo, put some cool shit on my body Put some shit up in my ear Man that shit cost a fucking body part Got this stripper bitch, Man she tryn' f*ck all on me I know she just want my money Told her, "slow down I'm not tippin' hard" SVJ outside look like sum shit Batman would drive When I go outside, I park that bitch like I dont drive If I cant bring my stick, my nigga gotta keep a nine If I had to choose a favorite stick my nigga, gotta choose a nine Right after my five I got some choosing hoes outside Them hoes for me myself and I I'm selfish picky all in one She asked me bae how long, "one night" And I f*ck my side bitch ya And I f*ck that lil bitch, like its my last day fucking alive I went to Elliot, got me some Elliots I need a new watch, God damn I smoke a new opp, God damn Baby what you on, huh yea I'm on some new ones, cant hear We need some new thots in here Too much gas in my lungs My fault my nigga, I really cant hear you None of my niggas come near you Burn off the tires, man I'm some fast fuel Its up to God, man I'm gon' surpass you We on the track too F*ck on a groupie, man I call that fan fuel I got two bad bitches, and they fucking each other I get too much money, that shit be sticking together She been here one night, she talkin' bout livin' together I been on these percs, I just wanna feel this forever My nigga be getting that bag See how long that shit gon' last I know that shit won't last I got used to poppin' tags This an Audi, not a Jag Dropped the lo', we on his ass They think that I only rap F*ck these niggas I'm at the top, ain't holding back You on top? Who told you that? I can't show you no respect You a rookie, I'm a vet This a 2 door Corvette Bet you can't afford that Baby, give me more sex I'ma lick that whore neck I went to Elliot, got me some Elliots I need a new watch, God damn I smoke a new opp, God damn Baby what you on, huh yea I'm on some new ones, cant hear We need some new thots in here Too much gas in my lungs My fault my nigga, I really cant hear you None of my niggas come near you Burn off the tires, man I'm some fast fuel Its up to God, man I'm gon' surpass you We on the track too F*ck on a groupie, man I call that fan fuel Hand me the damn tool I make the choppa sing something to dance to He got his shit took, I would be pressed too He got his bitch took, somebody pressed you
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