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White white picket fences, luxury sedan
And a beautiful wife that tells me I'm a man
White white walls surround me, trapped in a sardine can
Just
it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
I'm comfortable and roomy in a 6
But they threw me in the mix
pockets to carry
Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan
With their systems peaked out rockin' "Pusher Man"
Yes, their fashion's high but hard to beat
They buy
but she don't give a fuck who knows
Rare chance to kick it wit' the advance
Luxury sedans, sittin', offset stance
Fuck your dress code, bitches feel
'til we back to ashes
Driven in fly sedans to the M-G-M Grand
Picture lots of sand, two blonds, implants
Remy in hand, we tryna tan, deal my cards
fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one
hommie SS 어떻게 해
나 P & S 두 대 다는 감당 못해 Luxury & Sport
어제 고민해 밤새웠더니 코피 났어 Now 당장
필요해 커피 and 도넛츠

비상해 매일 비싸지 제일 Now, get 내일 안 하지
Sale 비상해 매일 비싸지 제일 Now, get 내일
fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one
ain't tryna take advantage baby
You not my lady
Mercedes Sedan
I don't need you by my side but the luxury's kinda crazy
Trying to say you mine but my
In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury sedan
And for his next monthly installment,
He's gonna go out with a bang!

Boy who always did what he
Before the luxury tax leather and pythons
Hood rich dreams when affordable was in nylon
S500 boy Naw that's a '98
Told them after '99 yall took my
you care, what's enough?

(Verse 1)
i like the finer things like high thread counts
roofless luxury sedans and low debt amounts
simple things that makes
can't acknowledge all of my demons
I cant demolish all of these feelings
I just stay polishin all my achievements
Stichin up luxury smiles so yall wont
is priceless
Manic, panic, adderall, Xanex
They act all frantic
See my ass in a spandex
Sedan E Class Benz
Ooh, you can't stand it
Nothing less than
She riding me like its a rodeo 
Shawty is going on top of me
She wanna go in when she see me
Cuz baby know good dick is luxury
She doing 100 she ready
I
it run it
Put in on a drone
Ima drop it where you want it
I drive luxury sedans
And I blow smoke outside the roof
I smoke lemonchello homie
I do not
a tree inside a luxury sedan
I try to show you all my vision but you never Understand
God damn
I sit around and just dissociate
Hard for me to live inside
I'm talking about
Luxury sedan dashing across the twin span
She's the type that need a rock on her ring hand
She's the type to put a glock in her name
Strolling out the corner store with a swisher in my hand
Homie pulled up on me in a luxury sedan
Asked him bout his day, so what is the plan?
"I
Can't tell if you're okay with that 
But I'll say I'm not, I'm hot 

Jealousy muscles twitch like Parkinson's 
A luxury Sedan, my body's stuck to bask OH
reflections on my life and its sections and its fretted, like the middle age man with his faked healthy tan in his luxury sedan driving home to suburbian lands,
practically free 
Your my sweet luxury that keeps me at bay 
Without you I don't know how I'd behave 

The jury's in and you are a fine dessert 
Meant to be
Big Dreams, like I said I got Big Dreams
In my new whip, them rims clean
Size eighteen
She be zoomin like the Flash
The working man, live in luxury
Hoover
Luxury sedan commuter
The paint off white like sand in Bermuda
I order a White Russian with Kahula while you ni**as smoking hookah
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