Lyrics:
shit
And his car always got the most expensive kit
So his gun always got the most expended clip
Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last
Nicknamed double barrel
прав, ты же перебрал, поплывёт экран
Стоп игра, протирай глаза, в окне cyberpunk
Tesla car, возит по домам, delivery club
Падай к нам, мы под аяуаской
can catch her at the club in the Bahamas
Got a bank for a house hundred Thousand
Van Gogh on the wall hundred Thousand
Cars in the yard hundred
And his car always got the most expensive kit
So his gun always got the most extended clip
Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last
Nicknamed double barrel
And his car always got the most expensive kit
So his gun always got the most extended clip
Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last
Nicknamed double barrel
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like
to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like
to me?
[Mannie]
I'm in the club seein' all kind of colors and shit
On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit
And I'm tongue kissin' with
DJ Q, like whoa
MC Bonez, like whoa
H.U.D., like whoa
We bring the vibe, like whoa
Cars on my drive, like whoa
Brush off the beats, like whoa
DJ Q, like whoa
MC Bonez, like whoa
H.U.D., like whoa
We bring the vibe, like whoa
Cars on my drive, like whoa
Brush off the beats, like whoa
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
I'm in the club seein' all kind of colors and shit
On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit
And I'm tongue kissin' with somebody else bitch
And I
a naked chick next to me
[Mannie]
I'm in the club seeing all kind of colors and shit
On the dance floor, opening up rubbers and shit
And I'm tongue kissing
Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This a motherfucking stick-up
Quick, everybody
hear that boy
Lemme lemme wear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If
a vest
After I touched, nigga, I put the test
My nigga crankin' up a TRX
We hit the gas, nigga got a kit (kit full)
Some nigga was masked, I got him
I put it on the minors
Love after the club
Meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boyz
We got ten cars behind us
Order a steak and glass
T-I-M, the incredible mind
You can find me in the club like 50 bussin' rhymes
Is a hobby, while we out here changin' lives
You just listen
a Gucci queen
With gold all over that flowed like a stream
I met her in a club on a Saturday night
The girl's jeans were tight and I got hype
I thought
on their floors (yeah)
Got a plain jane Rollie, I don't need a whole kit (nah)
Another billion off weed, I don't need a whole brick
Blue building in
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I'm
DJ Q, like whoa
MC Bonez, like whoa
H.U.D., like whoa
We bring the vibe, like whoa
Cars on my drive, like whoa
Brush off the beats, like whoa
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