Lyrics:
Suicide doors
Convertible love
Low profile
High gloss paint
Make love to the
Hustle
Big bank
Lil bank
Mind over
Matter baby
Tell me
What you
Thank
it got gloss paint Some ya can't key
I'm talking 10%, I'm talking 5% Some of ya can't see
I'm hopping in this shit, I'm hopping out the shit Boy, you
front on a clique that you can't evaluate
See I got things out here I need to situate
I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint
People walking down
dead as Jenny's heart is
But shes still observing
Sad but true the high-gloss gloss paint wont tell you what to do
So whats the use dear jenny
moss, freight
Weight loss got it off, movin like Ross aye
Gloss paint, been shinin from the city lil bitch
Ridin round bangin old M shout out Major
I'll go lay up with a baddie
Red gloss paint on a Caddy
And I got matte blue tone on the racks
Post on the block nonstop like Shaq
Young nigga ball bitch
speak, practice what I preach
Hear the system, two 12's
Not to mention, gloss paint
Watch it glisten, keep Faith
No Biggie, smoking Phillies out my
Oh wasn't that a beautiful distraction, dear?
ACAB in white gloss paint on a bus stop
For thirteen days I understood
The value of self-delusion
Oh
up Johnny first I hit the dentist woah (Woah woah woah)
Yellow gloss paint, hoppin' out the Lemøn Rolls
Lemøn Royce shiny but the windows tinted though
that bitch the Mach 5
White gloss paint with the black rims
And the red guts and the stripes
All through the damn late night
Back on Dengar with
the progeny prodigy, it ain’t no probably
Prolly catapulted in ’88 wit ‘My Philosophy’
I brew premium gloss paint, can’t out-polish me
But the thing is it
the gloss paint, dripping like a swordfish
State to state like I'm on tour bitch
Smoking this rare tree, drinking pu-erh tea
Moving carefully but still so
We don't do no fuckin' Ross
The Maybach gloss, the '64 gloss
Candy paint be drippin' off
You bought all them watches but ain't bought no house
You
in Miami got so drunk I fell off
Give a fuck about yo' nigga tell lil buddy get lost
Country boy pull up on thirty's
And my paint is on gloss
Damn
over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss sitting
over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss sitting
over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin' me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss
over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss sitting
Polish it up with a gloss of paint
Picture perfect for life's masquerade
Sane yet insane don't wanna stay the same
I need a change big enough to save me
planned to land
New Golf New Gloss new paint
Bend the corner whiff the smell of some dank
I love the city universe I gotta thank
In the hills niggas
hold ya off
Oh wait, they never hesitated, now they going off
Interior scarier than inferior rappers steerin the message
Hysteria like a coat a gloss
my safe
Catching mesmerizing pictures of my bae
Shining like the gloss off paint
Baby girl do your thang
You da hottest of the summer that's rank
I been preaching my shit like a saint
Rari got red gloss candy paint
Where would i be if i didn't say thanks
Shit i'd be in the same place
Did it
ain't no room to think
If it ain't no motion in the ocean, gotta walk the plank
Might get me a Vert and make it twerk, they gotta gloss the paint
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