Lyrics:
as exhaust fans
And smart cards shrink wrap the colored air
And send it coughing to eternity
We can see the bright light but we can't reach it
We are not
was in my kidneys
But, dick is cheap so I had to get back to business
Boss bitch, the shit I do it get costly
Exhaust me, fan ass hoes that wanna copy
kong magdrive kaso meron pang daga sa chest
Gets sinasabi ko di ko na need rektahen
Sana nakakatanggal pagod ang exhaust fan
Kapag gabi
Sobrang magisip
ask me how I do it
Its the sort of talent that gets you nowhere really
Read the room, commence escape plan
Your beefcake squeezed through the exhaust
(Ciiss)
Icicles fallin' out my exhaust, beep beep
Icicles fallin' out my exhaust, beep beep
Icicles fallin' out my exhaust, beep beep
Icicles fallin' out
off the floor
My women look exotic
My ride so erotic
I pull up at her crib my exhaust kit sound chaotic
McLaren 720 butterfly doors
I ain't lease it no
Try to liq my shit again you hear the Glock pop
2 Step out here stunting in a drop top
Swerving through the city the exhaust pop
I remember running
the smoke outta my exhaust
Always got a open ear 4 my friends
Like these tyson moves in 1997
Smoking my gas at 7-eleven
Always gotcha back
Hold nu op med de
know, we're sad but
Communication, we’ve never had
I said I loved you moments after we met
And I intend to again if you forget
Fans of you
They buy your
othe vi fans stuck in the middle like sandwich
Moqay ni milde fer baar baar proove kar loyalty ik chance vich
Gadi de exhaust di sound ainj jiven
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
Travel back to the time I was hurt[00:24.43]If I could be there I would[00:28.58]This time machine exhausts me every time[00:32.35]Everything's gonna
new fans, I got entertain
Style evеrything
Too many real niggas , yeah
Like, let them talk, yeah
I can never miss
You should let me talk, yeah
Show you
to my fuckin' union
This that moment I take off
When I'm tired or exhaust
See the dash and hit the gas
You stand back, watch the exhaust
Know some people
pull off i'm blowing smoke out the exhaust
Yeah come on I tell my fans don't never give up
Watch your back they finna wait till you slip up bitch I got
on you
'Cause I think I'm slowly startin' to lose faith in it, so
Give me that inkling and mo-
'Tivation to go, Hussein with the flow
Fake fans left
This again is a revival of my own sound
Hit the fan, hit the fan, hit the fan, hit the fan
Who ya man now
I'm down with the cost of believing the lost is
his Benz hovers
Smoke blowin' from the chrome exhaust, of his Boxer Porsche
(Look at him, lickin' his lips when his joint pull off)
Ever since
he stop at the light, it's like his Benz hovers
Smoke blowin from the chrome exhaust, of his Boxer Porsche
(Look at him, lickin his lips when his joint
the best strategy the most impressive defense
So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force
And exhaust your whole supply
Don't send for
double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans
I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah)
Go in my garage, start my van
Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can
east Oakland,
Smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
Dual exhaust sparkin,
Park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in
just capping, what you saying
He folded, what I told him, should of stuck right with the plan
And my bitch like my music, call me Drake, I'm fucking fans
I'm hot I broke the meter
I'm fly just like a eagle
We riding with Ruger's and Regals
I do this shit for my people
Spinning shit just like a fan
He
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