Lyrics:
West coast bad boys
Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin
South south is what I bleed ( south boy)
Gucci Nikey shoes on mind Mercedes Benz Marsarati how I grind
One billion dollar on my mind Hennessy pelu
(Incorpate the I-N-see into a flow) -- 4X
From the East side, to the West side
From the North side, to the South side
From the East side, to the West side
to the South side
From the east side, to the west side
From the north side, to the south side
You're in a Lexus, or Blazer
You're in a Beamer, or a Benz
outta luck
My baby want a present so I took her to her favourite shop
Pull up with a Mercedes Benz I didn't take a walk
Was high at the beginning
Ice
slaggin' off about
Me and my friends, we pretend that we like you but we
Don't and we won't make a mess
Fuck your white Mercedes Benz
You're on blast, you
the washboard blues
You're at the motel getting ran through
Rode by saw your Mercedes Benz
Why fit the archetype of the Deep South?
Then kiss my mother with that
up my filet mignon
Mercedes Benz, pile up with your friends, place them in the front
Liquor to her crew, to lesbians, I call that two for one
Baddies
mercedes yeah,
Don't tell me you really wanna play that here,
I just a got bimmer and you hopped right in Ooh why,
I don't see the benz oh my,
Not
want friends
I want Mercedes I want Benz
They wanna stop me I can’t fail
I cannot quit I can’t derail
Bitch I done came up from the south
Bitch I done
and the laying you down
Cause talk around Charlotte like yo who the king I'm like bruh Im just holding us down
Look at me look at me look at me your favorite
think we aimin' at your legs
We got more guns than an ornament
These fingers for triggers only
And we don't ever do pointin'
My bitch from Charlotte
J'suis dans le nord dans le south
Swang de gauche à droite
R.E.P. Big Hawk et Fat Pat
J'suis dans la street avec mes gars
Fuck la police gros si y'a
bitch, you know I'm shinin' yeah
Ice on my wrist, water like Dasani, yeah
I love my bitch, know that she a rider, yeah
Mercedes Benz, AMG, big body, yeah
TGV-Symbol
Mercedes-Benz in rot, ich trag' LV
Deine kleine Schwester fragte nach 'nem Selfie
Danach fragte sie mich, ob ich ihr Geld gib
Denn sie hatte es
my office
You lied about the lies that you lied about
You even lied to your aunt when you went down south
You lied, and a body builder kicked your
Broken Promises
As you stole his Mercedes Benz
Drove into the sunset
They'll never see him again
Never Again
It's been a long day
On the South Side
A contemplating thinking best champagne drinkin
Ten inch givin extra large livin
Mercedes benz drivin strivin to survivin
All the way livin and kickin hi fivin
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks
Lexus trucks
UP! Home of the Falcons makin’ history
Hostin’ Super Bowl 53 in 2019
Mercedes Benz Stadium, yeah we blow the roof
Trap styles to your cranium, yeah we
in the south of France
Accompanied by a matching matt black Mercedes-Benz
They watching me climbing up the ranks without helping hands
You gonna regret
mouth
Bitch I'm flying private in the sky I ain't flying south west
My neck shine blew a couple thousand on some gems
Spit in the face of bitches who
Prayed to God twenty times when I totaled my Mercedes
Watch me prove 'em wrong
I'll be the living proof for y'all
How many rappers still him when
weekend
Ride these streets with style
In Mercedes Benz
Got one more spot
For bonita chica
We're the unturned stones
It's always greener on the South Side
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