Lyrics:
night) all night
Breezin' down the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listenin' to the
Aston Martin
night) all night
Breezin' down the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listenin' to the
Aston Martin
think about it nigga, life or death
Life of a cracker
I’d like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys in jet
Or you wanna see them runway jets?
me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had
to stop me from getting a nut
"I wanna come over, what's up?"
That's what I told her soon as this episode
Of Martin go off
I'm trying to get off
I was
Something's gotta give
Check, check
Yeah, nahmsayin'?
Harri' homes, uh, Martel homes, Carver homes, Techwood
Martin Luther King (uh), Bankhead
That's the girls, man, they playing double dutch (double dutch)
And that's my man he rolling up a dutch (up a dutch)
And that's me man I am playing
up baby-girl put your hair back
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin'
Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin'
Like old man, live by the old
I pull up in a Aston Martin I drive by
I don’t even know how we startin she so fly
She be playing hard to get i don’t know why
She gonn give
[Fabolous]
Guess who (hey, hey)
F to the A-B (hey)
Black Buddafly Let's go
And I'm a bad boy Like Martin and Will Show
u what u been
She a flower girl I buy her roses
Take her to catch
You a pretty girl don't know if I attach
And that boy no match
Imma get you girlfriend snatch
By me
for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac (listen)
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon get by mother fucker
Listen
Baby girl I know you
[Fabolous]
Guess who (hey, hey)
F to the A-B (hey)
Black Buddafly Let's go
And I'm a bad boy Like Martin and Will Show
u what u been
to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by
that real love that Martin and Gina
Nineteen forty two I sip by the liter
She fell in love with the money I leave her
Broke boy I could never (yea)
Get
Monterrey they sang througout the dark
And you used to wear girl that gypsy dress
When you stroll on by all the boys they want a chance
And I remember
Martin but we buy by the case long
Smoke back to back 'til our motherfuckin' eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
He know, she know, I'll be
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my
Ay, Nicki
A we say tight nookie and stiff titty
Caribbean girls run it
Ayo, Skeng, true seh me peng (fully dunce)
Ratty Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang,
and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I be killin these haters when
I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin,
was plankin'
In a cold world where old girl and
A home boy got a motive
You could bitch, girl your tribulations
That sensation's insultin'
Got a wifey
you let me
Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties
I was just a little girl
Travelling with my pops
Thrown in jail for nothing
By some southern racist cops
Reverend Martin told us
What needed
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