Lyrics:
North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West
North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West
North, North, South, South, East, East, West,
[Intro: Phil Da Agony]
For all my Down South, West Coast, East Coast club
Down South, West Coast, East Coast club
Down South, West Coast, East Coast
弟娃儿 全成都都晓得
All the kids in Chengdu know
马思唯是个角色
Masiwei is a personality
在南门住的都是有娃儿街上好多跑车
Everyone in South Gate is rich, so many sports cars
verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my niggas a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather
(akinyele) - hook
You I'm from new york
And connected with my down south niggas
Here this year
My nigga rap bone came to tear the club up
Yo my
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
Then 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
Yea yeah
Yeah
Alright
Yeah keep it simple
Yeah
I have thing for vintage cars and vintage women
She has thing vintage fashion and young lavish living
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
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
lovin that
Foot Locker and sports clubs I done brought
For tha hoes that you sayin you
Love I done hit that
And tha G's you sayin you makin I
Done been
a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin', movin' tabs expired
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid skittles
Tinted
make happy, tier tear don't mind hot sports cars talk
Example; careful spicy peaceful kid without idea chill chain stay
How can I makes childish faces
in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but
teriyaki
Kickin' my shit like Texas Walker
You and your homie are the same target
Put you both in the same coffin
South L Schwartz, nigga
Strong pay,
LEX rapper in Russia bro
Don't talk you sound like crow! AH!
This is song for all woman
Im having nice sport sports car
Baby must jump in hay baby girl
like Gunn
Out in Paris crushing on this hoe
From the south to the north I'm high everyday
Rocking vintage and Rick
Niggas can't tell me shit
Took a lil
You can act stupid if you wanna (uh-huh)
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of (I'm right here dog)
I'm out in New York or down in the south
far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna learn
I reckon we slide like sports cars
Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar
Cops pull us over
Fais pas ça si on t'a pas dit de faire ça
Mile high club je suis dans l'espace
J'ai vu dans ses yeux qu'elle était dans l'extase
Quelques steps en avant
first
I came hard on my second
I come hard on my third
Do you reckon? I reckon
[Chrous]
[Verse 3]
I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars
Doing 130 when
Predator, rappender Avenger
Werd' vom Rothschildkreis beschtüzt, als wär ich Captain America
Louis-Sweater waisted Burberry-Vintage-Jeans
Uzis, Hecklars
pulling up like a sports car hey
What they do for the nana
And if that thing snow white
Then thats the lady gaga
Get it popping few drinks at the bar
She
Rich Port to Rich Porter
Lil' boy, this a man's sport
I stole cars, to transport
That's snortin' the
A lawyer, they don't the cases, he ran court
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