Lyrics:
A tint of blue, deep down inside my heart, each time I see you
It would take a lot to ease my pain from all these chains
A tint of red, each
for less out here
Do what I gotta do bruh, do bruh
Get up in my rearview mirror
I can't be ridin', ridin', round that open street
I need tints
my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints
The tints on my shit there look darker
Pouring up drank nigga, my shit darker
The kush came in this time look darker
I'm whipping up a brick
alive for this shit
President doin' us in
My window got blue in the tint, ooh
Did this shit once and I'd do it again
Look who I'm fuckin' again
I
up my windows 5 percent
Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint
They 5 percent
Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint, Tint
Yeah, I'm back and I'm
Presidential tint, Michelle Obama
Presidential tint, Michelle Obama
Presidential tint, Michelle Obama
Frozen femurs in the freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer
Yeah
Cartiers (swoosh)
All buffs (swoosh)
Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two FNs (yeah)
Yeah,
to work, the glass windows frosted
Just enough to draw a picture on them
Orange skies tint the seat
Tint the world, tint me
If I have to hear "when I was
Jump Off In The Whip Behind The Tints We Bout To Ride N Smoke....
evident
(Hook)
I got to travel man, need some mo bands and a new Benz
With some black rims and the windows tint
And the windows tint and the windows tint
Iced out teeth ice ice whip whip
With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick dick
Kush behind the tint
We gone smoke some
I dropped ashes on my fit
Dust my clothes off
I got kush behind the tint
We gone smoke some
I dropped ashes
Easy, it's not easy
Before we do the curtain
Tint my ride
Easy, it's not that easy
Love can never know
Shout on everything
Shout on everything that
Benz (matchin' Benz)
Ayy, twin (that's my twin), that's my twin (that's my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin' Benz (matchin' Benz)
And my tint (and my tint
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout
She keep eating Slim Jims i'm Macho Man
Get head from a chicken in a Roscoe's van
Nice rims sitting behind tint
(Sitting behind tint, Sitting behind
tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my
Shades on five percent you cant see my eyes
Tint on five percent you cant see inside
Shades on five percent you cant see my eyes
Shades on five,
I Pull up in that Lambo with the tint on it
Everything on fleek, Forgiato rims on it
I Pull up in that Lambo with the tint on it
Everything on fleek,
I caught you lookin'
Didn't I?
Lookin at my ride?
So don't be suspicious
Come on up inside
(Uh!)
Big rims, Escalade
Make 'em go crazy
Limo tint
you know
You smell the scent or somethin'
We catch him out in traffic
Shoot him out the tint or somethin'
I bust a brand new lick
It feel like I
heart
So can we please be absolutely sure
That there's a mirrorball?
You're getting cynical and that won't do
I'd throw the rose tint back
and it's alright
I took the drive to clear my mental
Would tint the whip but it's a bike
It's demon time, I got it on me (on me)
Might earn a teardrop
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