Lyrics:
strapped for the drop
Under a lap belt that's knotted and locked
You're in for the whole ride once your car has departed
It's started
Now you wanna go back
Will, ist Cash und Fame, Cash und Fame (Ya, yaa)
Dieser Ass hier, wie sie geht, yeah
Brauch ein wenig von dem Ass auf meinem Lap, ya
Hermès Belt über
My friend yousta be thin
He's get all the women
We'd go kick it at the bar
But his drinkin' went too far
He could see over his belt
The brotha was
Sirens
Yeah (sirens)
We were all out of road and I knew she could tell
'Cause she leaned across my lap and buckled my belt
And kissed me
Sirens
Yeah (sirens)
We were all out of road and I knew she could tell
'Cause she leaned across my lap and buckled my belt
And kissed me
molds
Styled after the Hermann Rorschach margin mark
Starvin' art smash see the slashed martyr hark
Trapped in the lap for garter belt
This is sick
ain't the one to choose the streets but I had to adapt to that environment
40 on my lap
No seat belt
I'm safe driving
Won't hesitate to make the cannon
clean, think I care more bout fashion than rapping
I got lil shorty on my lap and my belt is unfastened
She gon ride it while I’m driving I hope I don’t
Mile high baby
On my lap like a belt buckle
You so tasty
Sweet nectar like a honeysuckle
Vision going hazy
Bitch on my face just like a muzzle
Got me
I'ma go bad in it
She gon' wipe it when I finish (O oh)
The pussy got no space, I'ma put a gap in it
Like Michael Phelps, I'ma swim a lap in it
Took off
bitch
But I never kissed
I've got the looks
That drives the girls wild
Showstopper I got style
And you sit looking mild
Got the belt in my lap
Best
of yo own, won't be takin' any help
Follow dreams that you set and stack paper on the shelf
World champ, take a lap, spank haters with the belt
You got
move i will amigo
Say move i will move up and down
Shawty winin in love with wildness
Move below the belt do another lap
Shawty freaky keep on linin
In
shootin' at the sky
Come take a ride with me
And be my ride or die
Matchin' lil' outfits
Got, us lookin' so fly
Bb belt on my lap
And it's shinin' like your
She don't give me no directions her face in my lap
I get money at home I don't be in the trap
In an srt or the scat doing laps
Got a g on my belt I got
Skechers
I’m on my victory lap
The flag match my Louie belt, it’s checkered
It’s by the grace of God
Man, you know we be into with the Devil
I had to face
Pull the seat belt down to my lap
Rollercoaster speeding so fast
Take me through the loop de loop
Sitting solo wind on my face
Don't know if
why she wants to seek for some help
But i dont really fucking want it ill be eets by myself
I got hoes playing with my mind unbuckle my belt
Sit on my
Lap Dog
Gat posted in my belt buckle
What you say lil bitch
Oh my bad
I thought you said something
Lil nigga I be dead wrong
Keeping pistols on my
me back
It's my mind can't stop running all these laps
I got potential
Under my belt
That will be dealt
That can be spelt like
Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap
When I was bad
Bad
Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap
When I was
Haa Victory lap remix
You know we had to get the legends for this one right
AKA Ivy League all day
Let’s go
T from the V papa
And ah Ivy League papa
My guy pretty like a girl
And he got fight stories to tell
I see both sides like Chanel
See on both sides like Chanel
Swimmin' laps through pool
All I'm hearing is the capping that they talking never gapping, racing to the front
gotta get another lap in, people say they working but we know
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