Lyrics:
get it, get it get it, get it get it
Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it
We trading places (yeah)
Wash the car (yeah)
I'm gonna walk the dog
Wanna shoot up like a star and don't never land
We caught that last opp Peta roll right to the Netherlands
Talk to myself disappear watch how that
the car
And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir"
I'm bout to do this right, like make the move
Until I'm uptight, outta sight, and in the groove
real life be getting in the the way
I'm busy juggling time and money, and ain't got enough of either
Trading one for the other while I'm tryna catch
are trading crime for crime
everyone needs to see the prisoner
they need to make it even easier
they see me as a symbol, and not a human being
Cyprus will vote for Greece again
Belgium The Netherlands
Andorra and Portugal vote for Spain
Turkey, Azerbaijan
Russia and Belarus
And no-one will
stuffed like a turkey
And shout out to ram he don't smoke he just fuck with the perkys
I'm gone off the X we be trading these pills like they yu-gi-oh cards
que je lui fasse des mômes.
J'dois faire gonfler les streaming à croire j'fais du trading.
Tu veux m'arrêter, faudra doper ou aller faire du training.
she heard already
I crack a smile, I hit the Deegan then the FDR
I'm a star
We was off of Acid, drive the car
City lights
I know shit look pretty when
If you leave your car
In Detroit for a minute it's gone
But it's alright the city is great
They'll get it one day
They just need some gays
(Let's
This is the end of the world, I'm trading it all
I just wanna be with you baby, I wanna go far
Yeah, there's trains, and planes, and cars, I just
Kei PATTO
We all be living a fancy life when we trading on diamonds and gold
We all be living a fancy life oh when we trading on fancy cars
34 street of the West Side, I see a big sign that says New York
What New York got to offer?
Big cars, big money, I'm all for,
What big city boy, you
had was hope
All we had was dope
Look at the crib
Look at the boat
Look at the car, baby, watch it grow wings
They say when you make money, you gon'
for free
Lil boy this ain't cheap
Bitch
I just went deep in that hoe and spaz
I hop in the coupe with a mac
Trap out the car gotta get me a band
Brodie
steel, tight rope
A 45 and fading hope
No rest for the weary trading money for time
Sinking fast in a hole somebody throw me a line
My baby left me
we chase kittens
J's on my feet, car full of beat,
Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat
Frown, you can make a song. Clown in the street
Gimme
had was hope
All we had was dope
Look at the crib
Look at the boat
Look at the car, baby, watch it grow wings
They say when you make money, you gon'
now together
Chickenheads, and bout twelve hoochie mama
When, car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim
now together
Chickenheads, and bout twelve hoochie mama
When, car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim
Conclusions I have come to take as law
Oh there's Pakistan and Netherlands
If the car beside you moves ahead
As much as it feels as though you're dead
Gotta take faces, no time for car races
Check my sky, tell her I got foul pages, what
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
Uh uh uh uh
Trading gifts for kisses, You been on MyChristmas list
Uh uh uh uh
You are what I'm wishing You been on My Christmas list
Uh uh uh uh
Yeah
Gotta take faces, no time for car races
Check my sky, tell her I got foul pages, what
What, what, what? (what, what, what, what, what, wh-what?)
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