Lyrics:
the waitress a Franklin and
Another for my pie zone
I scratched off in my sports car
Pulled into a underground parking garage
Switched whip clickin'
c'qu'elle veut, c'est un dope boy
Nous mélange pas avec ces fuck boy
Medusa, vintage comme un dope boy
Mais ne mélange jamais sale et propre, boy
Alors,
Maserati sports car like Lil Nas
I just got 4 cars in my garage
I just wanna fuck on a Nicki Minaj
I had to do somethin', I made me a boss (I made me
On ouvre les bagnoles de sport sans que les alarmes sonnent
Quand il faut fuir, quand il faut s'enfuir
Ben c'est c'qu'on fait d'mieux
parce que y'a pas
it's the matte gloss
The matte gloss
It flashing it's the matte gloss
Rolling down the road, GT on the dashboard
Blue sports car rolling down
what you want)
Call me big G Herbo, Swerve for short
(Uh huh, for short)
Keep my car in sport (My car in sport)
And I ball, yeah, I ball, like
I got
Okay so what's a Barbie to do, I mean?
It's like, it's like I'm the baddest Barbie
In the fucking world i mean, this is some
Vintage Nicki Minaj
fuck you him and him
I was gang bangin' before a nigga entered in
No facade I went from the yard to a 3 car garage
To instant manaj's just vintage
now
Ooh
I can’t wait no more I been broke for too long
Leave that life behind I think it’s time to move on
Three car garage but I only got one horse
Well, I assure you this is an A$AP Boli production
Vertical doors are employed on almost every modern exotic sports car
Lamborghini, McLaren,
J'rentre dans la cabine, presse
Mes nectarines, mes pamplemousses
Pamplemousses (nonuple pute)
Protégez vos nuques car c'est dans vos
Dos qu'on plante le
dodging them cop cars
I might crash another sports car
Put this Lambo mode in Corsa
Yeah I'll whip it like its Forza
And my hoods gone crazy push
Vintage wheel historian
Open the garage door, fin to bring another in
Sweeter than sugar
Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love
Sweeter than sugar,
wash the cars and hang at sports bars
Who's Your Daddy?
Who's Your Daddy?
This song is CRcZY!!
I fix the house and catch the mouse
Heyyyy who
racks on racks on raaaaaacks(x3)
N***as hate me faall baacck
Gotta car lot in my garage
Gotta condo down near the stars
I'm geeked up off dem bars
on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Niggas hate me fall back
Gotta car lot in my garage
Got a condo
on racks on raaaaaacks
N***as hate me fall back
Gotta car lot in my garage
Gotta condo down near the stars
I'm geeked up off dem bars
Gotta car, I
smoked some weed in the backyard
Flying up, I'm way too high in her car
Dripped out in these vintage clothes
But the thrift store closed
Hit the dab too
I can see millions, billions
Foreigns, all that
I can see myself gettin a lot of money
I can see the condo miami
Uhh, I can see me in a sports car
this garage like Jay Leno, flex my vintage collectibles
BC wont collect a trap unless the digits acceptable
Need them numbers commendable, the honorable
Gotta Car Lot In My Garage, Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars
Im Geeked Up Off Dem Bars, Gotta Car I Aint Even Gotta Park
No Key Push Button To Start, She
Might take back street hidden house
Got sports car like like his garage is gym
Two sapphires on your neck that's his precious gems
Now AMG it's in boy
believe
That i was oh so real She thought i was
A mirage keep dropping singles till i Get the crib with the three car garage
All the way out
Past
to Neimans
Two car garage, I just put a beam in it
Coffee cup my baby, know it's lean in it
'Cеdes with a sport, that's a bad bitch
Shot my shot, and I scored
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