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fall on your lap drunk driving but you always wear the safety belt
SKKKKRRRRRRTTTTTT
I'm coming back for you
In the delorean surely I'll crash for you

fall on your lap drunk driving but you always wear the safety belt
SKKKKRRRRRRTTTTTT
I'm coming back for you
In the delorean surely I'll crash for you

validation and for sure don't need your help
Aye
Don't hit my line unless you taking off my belt
And be careful cause that's loui on my belt
Aye aye
I got too

ride, my glock on my lap (my lap)
When I'm shootin' my shot, you know I don't crap (crap)
Don't fuck with these niggas, I hate all the cap (huh?)
I

help
Tryna maintain my health
Spent a half a ticket on the belt
I’m dripping too hard call me Michael Phelps
We ain’t really have no help
Had to do it

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

Pills on my lap riding round real slow
Couple missed calls on my phone girl I know
I ain't never answer 'cus our love done broke
Leto feeling fuckin'

the bank

Big R3y gone kill em' hey
Safe to say I'm gettin paid today
I paved the way, fuck around cut ya hand, ace of spades
Gotcha bitch in my lap, hit

Yow a binary brain Enuh
Bwoy styles
Yuh zimmi
Choppa life
Icky neck
With the Titi breath
Crab innah me back
Taxi no Coaster
Wid a gyal innah lap
Hot

Drugs in my veins with two hoes on my lap
I ain't gotta roll a thing
I got these bitches for that
I got that smoke by the ounce
I got them pills by

the belt
I'm only wishing you well
I miss the way that you smell
I miss the things you would tell me
Playin at my heart strings
Meant nothing

Parked the car

no
Baby don’t want my love then
I ain’t gonna fiend no
Pistol on my lap
Baby imma beam no
Fly a plane
Imma cop a bean
Got a 40 all my brothers
Steady

shortly after she said eat this and Drink that
Next thing I knew my head was in my lap and on my head was a top hat while I was Sitting at a table with

you can see it
Beat it like he seen a ghost , uh he beat it
Damn don't i look good in my belts, i'm undefeated
I get any girl that i want, i'm not

I can't fuck with no type of snitches
No one
If you take my money know it's time to have fun
30 Ruger clipped under my belt yo times done
If you try

The only mode of transportation I see 
Has five buckles, belts and five seats 
There's six of us, you're asking "what'll we do?" 
Jump in the back

weak
Baby my lap is yo seat yeah yeah
For you Imma bleed yeah yeah
Stomach so flat and that ass pretty fat
All in designer got Cs on her belt
Wonder what

swing to the right
Girls on my lap doing criss cross
오방터져 Sremm처럼 swag unlock
이런  느낌 모르지
이런 내가 첨이니
Smoke 처럼 난 pop shit
Broski 아님 이름 모르지

On some chic shit

song
So you take your seat belt off
WoodGrain Shawty
And start twerking
That body all through the car
I look at you
And you look at me
Cause we go dumb

the trap
Huh, bitch l'm in the trap with a Glocky on my lap
Huh, Glocky got a beam you get shot up in yo back
And I got a white plug and that nigga name is

know, this ain't my first lap 'round the bay
Imma be the one guy who will just sit tight
I'll be the one guy who'll be trying to do right
And you'll claim

good
But it’s not perfect
Slidin wit a smile

In my hellcat 
I ain’t worried bout the destination 

Head all in my lap 
I don’t ask
She love givin

See you through my steamy glasses
Random shapes keep passing me by on street
Meet me in your rainsoaked jacket
London traffic
Laps around your feet
I

up
Back the fuck off me
This ain't no lap dance
But bitch, I'm Lee Harvey

Where do you go when you're lonely?
What do you do when I'm gone?
Where did