Lyrics:
Avec toi je fais le fier
Avec toi moi je fais la paire
Je te présenterai ma mère
Car tu en vaut vraiment la peine
Avec toi j'ai plus de peine
Car
corner
Briliping pulupoosilipee colopum
My buddy get taller
Make me buddy go so, Er-er-er-er-er
Like the car inna Transformers
Gyal, give me a genie wine
A bloody nose, empty pockets, a rented car with a trunk full of guns
It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas,
I've seen it once
She might
life is like a moving car, I'm just planning to go far
Yup
She want something special, she want me to be her bae
Talking about hugs and besos, having me
we could all smoke
Pure molly, good golly that turned up the whole party, a few notches
It's all coming back now
Cocaine, buffets, mini mountains
The pace car's pacin'; now the green flag's wavin'
[Chorus]
Uh oh, another six-pack summer comin'
Sing to me, babe; I'll be your dashboard drummer,
mais tu peux plus les voir
T'es comme Gilbert Montagné, t'es hyper contrarié
Car tu verras jamais l'soleil des tropiques
J'oublierai pas d'te niquer
naughty
Doing what lovers do
Pre Chorus
Got champagne and blunts and some red lingerie
I hope you came hungry cuz it’s a buffet
Chorus
Come and taste
strats, keepin' food on my table
My car note overdue, the bank's talkin' repo
Gotta take my girl to the matinee show
I'm makin' sure she takes a purse
tienn'nt un buf-fet
Ils vend'nt du grain, des p'tits mor-ceaux d'gru-yère
Comm' cli-ents, ils ont Mon-sieur l'Maire et l'Sous-Pré-fet.
Il fal-lait bien
play with a rough stay, I sold enough ye'
I'll never stop eating man, this game is like a buffet
I must say, I get the dust moved
Cock blocks, chopped
The pace car's pacin', now the green flag's wavin'
Oh, oh another six pack summer
Sing to me babe I'll be your dashboard drummer
Let's turn the radio up
Can’t stop refilling
It’s full, you’re spilling
Another glass of champagne
Buffet is bursting
But you’re still thirsting
Guess you could call that
can take your girl and ya loot
Fast cars I take can ya girl anywhere
My turn you gone see my name everywhere
My grind hang time from the stratosphere
Oh
pas dans l'allégresse
Comme devant un buffet quand il faut qu'je maigrisse
Je m'éclipse en attendant qu'les étoiles s'alignent
Que les conditions
Buffet
In Corona del mar
He rides around doing random stuff
Like dancing down the block
Taking hecka vape puffs
While controllin' his drone like Al Capone
On the road most pathless
Postal code L0st Atlantis
Dead load on my car axles
Not from ode but from ghost sadness
Their abode and it's host's status
keep it on the down low, but we keep our hearts closed
I still don't know what we are, but we're in the back of your car, car, car
Okay, he say he
Coffee jump in the car pool with Fred and clice and Charlie so we can drive downtown pre-dawn in the express lane HOV 4 395 6 cM it doesn't matter, it
joues toutes les nuits
Pour un salaire qui fait pas d'bruit
Car ton métier, c'est d'faire danser, c'est d'faire danser
Mister Giorgina, que ton biniou
stuck to their trucks and cars
He went from analogies on prime-time TV
To what?!
Now he's a big movie star
Hell, thats funny
I don't care who you are
Get
Bitch I've been the shit
My car be fast as shit spending checks
We spending checks I've been
About the shit's
Fuck these haters fuck 'em
Stunting out
buffet, lotta shit on my plate though man
No debate, I'm the illest since Beethoven
If you've been patient on the blow up please raise your hands
Hold up
Plus breakfast buffet
Sausage, eggs, and orange juice box
Tour jete, on stage, goldilocks, airborne
Fishnets
Bleach-scented air, peach-scented hair
.jpg/300px-Jarrod_Weeks_and_Jackson_O'Connell-Barlow_of_Grand_Buffet_(2003).jpg "Grand Buffet")
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