Lyrics:
I walk into the club, you checking me out, you say why's this old fool still playing around
I may be bald, I may be old, I may be fat, but I can rock
stacks at her, throwin' racks at her
And don't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enough
Just gon' do me a favor, girl, back it up
Back it up
Girl back it
squash the bass
Blast this ship into outer space
You a pac-man bitch on the old Atari
We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh
Last night, had
the phantom in the back (Yeah)
My money old, London bridge
She made me sick, swallow kids
Still wanna hate, hollow tips
Hop in the whip, Grand Theft Auto my
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
up to the club in the UFO
Dancing in these streets on these brand new Forgiatos
Come and try me, think you slick?
Fully auto full of hollows
Fuck is
to say to my old
Trueno, you know, I go
When she goes, she knows, took her time, Davao City speed slow
Got dough, night though, I know
Like auto, so I go,
I'm a hit the club, but I'm a go to the liquor house
I'm a smoke me a dub but I'm a go to the liquor house
I'm hit the 2 to 6 but I'm a go
denti d'oro su hip pop tv
Qualcuno dice
Ale, resta cauto
Avrai il tuo momento
Canterai seduto sopra il tetto di quest'auto
Ma quale tetto, quale auto
Non
old flow on this same old beat
Couple shots, yeah you bitches get a taste of me
I been walking through the club with my fake ID
Chasing dollar signs,
of Spades
I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh)
Ain't heard a word from my old friends
Heard they wanna kick my doors in
I done load up the .223
I'm
(yeah that thing was super dope)
And then I sang this (melody)
The dopest one I've ever seen
Something out the usual
So Mr. Engineer
Turn up the auto
to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly
mon sign biography
She told my her dream car was a range
Mo ra Auto biography
Mo o mo iwe ni school
Mo de yankee mo gba f9 ni geography
Mi o shey ni
me, I shine like a ruby
More clips than a movie, I need a movie
I'm in the club makin' a movie
Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid
Try not
Don't give a fuck about yo luck
Gang gang
Proof go on hit him once
Fuck it go on hit him twice
Snatch that chain up off his neck
And wear it to the club
the latest Mickey Mouse Club pop tart whose been sending you the message since you were seven years old, that if you wanna be loved, you better shake your
Lets see kiss your ass till I'm old in a grave and those implants deflate
Spend 6 grand on a date just so I can listen to you moan and complain
Uh no
a funeral home, we got sticks nigga, like old people)
Loaded as hell, can't comprehend
Like what you telling me?
You know what it is, for all them niggas
baul
Estan sonando to' mis fts es asi en mi pais
Lo sabe hasta la old school
No me da miedo a morir
Me da miedo no cumplir
Lo que me mantiene full
Tan
Kicked out the comforts of my home
At 14 years old, I saw the bitterness that life had shown
And made a doppelganger, Vig with Jessi's angry clone
Ready
been fucking on this bitch when she's sipping on this liquor
But I'm fucking with her friends while she fucking with my posse
So I walk up in the club
drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage
On my neck, bright lights
I'm with the n****s that be mixin'
Styrofoam, pink Sprites
In the club every night
Poppin' bottles left and right
So I
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