Lyrics:
call it elevate (only smokin' gas)
Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga 'cause I graduated (yeah)
I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin'
You smoke it
Obviously
Looking like
Wealth and
You know it
We need extra
Bottles
Section filled
With models
Foreign
Engine throttle
Plenty bottles
beard
And sage's demeanor
That give him the aura of a
Desert mystic nell was a legendary figure in
The Philadelphia hip-hop scene of the
Late
loves me not
It's over the second my engine starts
Why did I snap you so late can I take it back?
Sure I'll be there in a few
But I never sleep next
again
Karma burnin' like a flamin' wheel
I can't wait to have you home again
Engine engine
Fashionably late
Did you blow your stack
Runnin' the rat race
live, we die, we give, we try, we kiss, we fight
Also we can have a good time, yeah
I'm in here busy looking for the next top model
Who's wearing
Flippin models, Flippin models, Flippin models
Getting chicken college
Flippin models, Flippin models, Flippin models
Getting chicken college
Dead in
A Remedy]
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
We have a remedy
You'll appreciate
No need to be so sad
He's only late
We'll
still comes to me
And I be up late night straight tight tryna conquer beats
But all the hate it still comes to me
Kicking it up a notch, I'm picking all
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make
(television)
Blu-Ray precision
Blowin rods out ya engine
Not to mention
My enrichment make powder glow
Long arm pro
One novel split your avocado
Green cap, penny
the mountains Japanese street race
Drive around town like its never too late
Rev the turbo engines in an Audi R8
Pedal on the floor Malahat highway
Drifting in
fortune, alarm Porsches
Bitch gorgeous, bomb head like Civil War and
Y'all snorin', we tourin' and bottle pourin'
Model scorin'
Cheat the game with fair
have a remedy
You'll appreciate
No need to be so sad
He's only late
We'll bring you flowers and things
Help pass your time
We'll give him eagle's
I don't even know what I did last night
Looked at my phone, said quarter past five
Bottles and sparklers, models and dancers
Tell your girlfriend
(Timu bas gittik, ah)
Flu ışıklar
Son model araba
Dolu bardaklar
Hislerim yukarda
İnan bu tanrısal
Favorim late night
Hisler late night
Meskenim
the whip
With the engine in the back
Then I put a bad bitch
On my lap
On my lap
She totin wit a glock
And a laser in her lap
She used to be a model
She
endorse myself nigga with my own brand
What money feel like nigga quarter mill in hand ok
The best for last so I'm always late the greatest here there's no
Stunting on the coast till my times up
Pull up in a foreign, engine sound like a firetruck
Black and orange Benz, you would think I'm with Daffy Duck
for the little girl
Whose crying can be heard all around the world
We have a remedy
You'll appreciate
No need to feel so bad
He's only late
I'm gifted
We smoking on grass she so twisted
Smoking on gas I'm revving the engine
Tell a model chick get with me
So different
All the real niggas want
an engine driver
I know him well, I know why you feel blue
Just cause he's late, don't mean he'll never get through
He told me he loved you
He ain't no
Six figures
Brown skin models
Me and my money bags
Rounding out the bottles
I'm rockin the tangibles
These honeys is animals
And lemme just say this
bout the championship
I caught a flight
I was late by a day tho
Its been a week
Sayin I'm on the way tho
My homie just touched
And he came in from Deago
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