Lyrics:
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
on they DVD
I catch him lacking on bro he gon see the 3-0
That bitch see me every week like a P.O
Need to let me love you, I'm giving Neo
In the stu this my
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
to count up profit
Damn near everyday
We all getting money
I guess it's safe to say
I grab my glock
I leave out early
Then I come in late
These niggas hate
cars, and chicks (that's what I like)
I like fancy shopping trips (that's what I like)
I like Cristal in my cup (that's what I like)
I like wylin' out
covered in a stocking
Nothing on but a tool belt and BVD's
A chick tied to a shelf full of DVD's
I got that old school porn showing in the headrest
Try
get by and yet
He wonder why her pussy don't get wet
Twin just got them switches in
Just chill me and Tray on the way
Jay just slapped that bitch
I flip my queue back to age 22
And I dream back in time
(But I'm getting)
Tired of everything's that's trying to make me feel complete
It's nothing
block like a DVD
Ain't cuffing no bop, we can't een link
Walk down onna Opp, like its BO3
Im makin bands in my sleep
Countin money nigga ion beef
Pop out
To stop
Too black to be with the whites but Too white to be with the blacks
Ended in a cop car my homie ain’t Call Me back
Almost went to jail but my dad he
If I could travel back, way back in time
Early 1800’s, before industry prime
When horse and buggy were the transportation way
And months of dusty
and put you on dvd
I keep it raw and uncut i should be on bet
Go the slasher way you get cut up no stephen king
I'm young but I'ma legend i take you under
love songs
Heartbreak videos, keep popping up on my phone
They say clones is real, but there's no cloning me
I see the old way to love in the DVDs
shining, so act like you don't know
Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
We the flyest gangstas
What you don't got is my natural glow
Counting out
shining, so act like you don't know
Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
We the flyest gangstas
What you don't got is my natural glow
Counting out
to me
He is in the chairs
He is in my keys
He is in the dice you roll in board games
He is in the stairs
He's in DVD's
He is in my mind, and he's in your
So, pop the champagne, I'm celebrating
My independence and everything
It's been sometime since I've been on my own
And it feels alright in the broken
grade
So I turned my back
Put on the shades
Like Fast Forward
I remember seeing the night sky in your eyes
Feelings rushed, and covered me and caught me
like a Lil Uzi, cause I fuck her four times a day
So there's no way my dick is gay
I go in multiple ways, once it's in, it stays
Prank maybe Jubilee,
in the oven
Fresh snow on the balcony
Sunshine on the carpet
A box of wine and DVDs
I never saw it coming
I was caught by surprise
By cicada's calming
the way i had this Drake up in my room you would've thought i was Marvin
We always had the players on they block we get to marching
Keep the car in drive we
south my wrist stay below freezin
Down south my niggas brag for no reason
[Lil' Flip]
In down south everybody shop in the galeria
I don't care about
the Paper coming man
Turning nothing into something Man
We wasn't dancing but we did the rip And running man
Put in work cuz it's our occupation
If you pull
my thoughts in a CD
Putting my life in a movie, just DVD me
If you wanna see me
If you wanna feel like what it is to be me
Just put it on and stare
Discuss these nothing in my way dvd by keane Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In