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parlando
Non mi bastano sicuro per altri due mesi ma ho scelto
Meno planning
Ho I compari da metro bombing, frate, con le retro running
Noi siamo banditi

on the beat
On my way up to becoming a star
No big fan of designer but drip still elite
No ordinary 23s on my feet
OG before retro running the streets
Niggas be

like a skyscraper
Wrist cold as some ice, no refrigerator
Running game, Retro, like a fucking Sega
File cabinet, take notes, I'm full of paper
Now

retro-physical
Off the wall (Get your ass)
Off the wall (Work that boy)
So sexual, retro-physical

Everyone is famous
Running 'round real aimlessly
We dance for

That shit is cool as fuck
Yeah, you know what I mean 
Mercury's in retrograde and Gregory is in a retro mood
Running on false energy
Still gettin'

retro
Started running fast and said let's go

Keep on asking how far I'll go
I told you over and over yeah you know
Had to draw again like it's uno
Leave

Uh, Tae Retro
Tae Retro, ha, uh (Hold on, Tae Retro)

I'm running this beat like a
Race on the freeway
Snapping on time with no delay
I'm locked in

Retro, you're living in the old days, let go, before they say goodbye
Only what I'm seeing, I'm believing, got a feeling that's the only way to be

me
You look good
I do too
We got a thing
We got a thing like
Two-thousand twenty-one
We been running out of time
So tonight we're gonna party
Like it's

Motherfucker I arrived

Old booty in my left grip, Retro
Got your girl running train like metro
Hi pitch so I call her falsetto
This the real we don't

chili fire up the potent,
Foreign on chrome paint candy coated,
Twenty's fifty's hundred's running up a bag,
Retro's clean while the pants sag,
Baby she

as a secret, highly guarded like a temple
It's how it goes when you trust your own tempo
Feeling nostalgic for the retro
All the time spent running back these

When I hit and quit that shit she Gotta go home
Michael jeffrey I'm retro
On my feet dinero
Running to them pesos
Ransome smell like bankrolls
Big big

let’s go
What I’m tryna say I’m so retro
I remember riding round, white and brown metro
Had a CD player in my pocket bumping Death Row
Vintage 49ers

Ahhh-Ahh (Ooh)
Ahhh-Ahh
I won't tell you you're ugly
I just won't pick up the phone
I'll be running away
And we're not having fun tonight
And we're

like she don't phase me 
Girl I aint no game don't play me 
Hit me with those combos baby 
Running out of time don't waste it 
Time leap to the location

Ho-Hold on Tae Retro

I could paint a picture with my lyrics
Word to Mona Lisa
Kill tracks,  Retro like a rapping
Grim Reaper (Retro)
Nigga said he

Let's go back to the days
Back to the retro days
Where we had faith everyday
So we prayed everyday
Back to the retro days
Let's go back to the days
Back

I'm throwing out checks 
Cuban link on my neck Got Baguettes on my throat 
I ain't running from shit 
Got my mind focused retro you the goat 

I ain't

clean in my Nikes
Hit the ground running the diamonds just don't excite me
Retro but it's flashy, swear that's fantastic
Money coming in but it feels like

the neon streets
In the retro beats, our hearts find their beats

Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s, in this neon maze
Drive

(Intro)
Gotta run errands make moves in my running shoes
Make, money moves in my running shoes
Gotta run errands make moves in my running shoes
Make,

just a vibe and this blunt is mine
Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
I picked a wipe then I wiped automatic
I cannot abide by your retro magic
Rather

Lil kvshi keep running all the way bitch, run it up nigga fuck
Klk
Loko ahora siempre tomo pelcose (Pelco pelco)
Con mi gang en la party smoking hash