Lyrics:
Na na na you fucking shit driver
Na na na you fucking shit driver
She said she said do I like her
Na na na you fucking shit driver
Na na na you
Listen
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Blind your rearview mirrors with the end of my sleeves
The shit that's on my wrist, you probably wouldn't
Sbrocchi Taxi Driver
Sigma male grindset
Oramai è il tuo mindset
Senti il borderline rap
Strippi tipo Fight Club
Sdoppi come Tyler The Creator Durden
Copi
Huh quần đùi gang đi vào club
Xếp hàng vào đi không phải tranh nhau
Em nào anh thích thì anh sẽ gọi là bấy bì
Haters nhiều cứ như là anh Bâu
Em không
Lemme hear you say "Hey Ms. Carter" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Give me some!
See me up in the club with
Lemme hear you say "Hey Ms. Carter" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Give me some!
See me up in the club with
Yeah
YNOT tha kraken
Overdosed to ghost up in my living room
Bullet holes in the driver's side doors of my homies ride
Used to act like we were
moving all around to the rock club sign
The free (free) shot ... fix me up
I have to ... be queer (Oh yes she can)
Please stop! Sheroes for me
Hey you,
bitch with tight exotic
Spit periodic with logic, bitch, that's so hydraulic
There's only one Boss, the nigga that call the shots
I'm in the driver's
Actually, I think a million lira just called the station last weekend
You talkin' bout slammin' an undertruck, man
That boy crazy
Ayy, motor pump a club, man
We gonna party till the club close
We gonna drank till the club close
Get fucked up till the club close
Stuntin' on them broke hoes
We gonna party
We gonna party till the club close
We gonna drank till the club close
We gonna party till the club close
Stuntin' on them broke hoes
We gonna party
to worry
Heading home from the club vision little blurry
My designated driver tryna fuck
Traffic kicked in
I'm just tryna get it in Uhn
Grab the stick both
hey
So I called Lyft to the club
But when I get in the car
My Lyft driver stank
My Lyft driver stank
So When I get to the club
Security says turn
Stepped in the club alone at 'Atlanta Live'
Hat tilted to one side I watch her body, in phase
Platinum eyes like in department stores, she's curious,
driver when he open my door to take off his hat
Double Saran everything so that you know its a wrap
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Some
club turn around when I'm walking in (who dat)
Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me and they offer 10 (dime)
Valet driver going
Trông anh em tao ngông
Nhưng mà nhưng mà Vì anh em tao đông
cnh nói mày nghe bọn anh là “ GcNGS CÓ HỌC” (gangz)
Không như Binz (what) anh không thích
my room
I got bottles
I got bottles
Are you coming through
Yo imma
Send the driver to you
Are you coming through
I wanna see you later on
When the club
Tell her got my car out front, tell me do you wanna kick it
In the backseat, I wanna get beside ya
In the backseat, so I can be yo' backseat driver
In
Lean my driver's seat back 'cause I need a little headroom
Meet me in the bedroom, spread 'em and wet 'em up with a kiss
Cuffs on your wrists, lust
got my car out front
Tell me do you wanna kick it in the backseat
I wanna get beside ya
In the backseat
So I can be your backseat driver
In the backseat
Yeah, yeah, that's fire,
Yeah, yeah, boy
Yeah, yeah, that's fire,
Ooh
We mix the cola with the fireball, fireball
Uber driver come and take me home
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please
I don't need you seeing 'Yoncé
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