Lyrics:
need snow gear
I'm in the bach like she doesn't even go here
Shoot it in the cup send another Dixie pic
Never make nice with these bitches like the Dixie
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
just talking
Shout out Yachty
Shout out Teejayx6
Shout out your girls mom (Yea I love her)
For birthing the baddest chick
I'm at this LA party
I don't
Throw your hands up throw your hands up
Let the pad Thai glisten
The Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen
I'm serving fresh fucking parking lot
Winn Dixie
know what I'm saying? Hm?
Kanye got stacks, ya'll already know that
Louis that, Gucci this
Just got a model chick
(Throw-throw some D's on that bitch)
Crazy, down crazy
Money makes me crazy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy as a fool
I call my, my chick, my chick into the room
Call my call my dogs,
Sunset by the lake
It looked just like a dream
My world stopped on a dime
When she hopped out of that jeep
All my Buddy said " Boy don't waste
I'm a boss type of chick nickname Jefe
Anything that I'm involved believe it's bout that hefty
Everyday the fifth-tenth so that makes it check day
white
See I'm hifey like keep the sneak
Please don't creep by me, don't try me
I be on freak, geeked off that brain I receive
All this fly shit, I
humility man
I spill emotions while making you feel the same shit
You rappers are sweeter than pixie stix
I'm screamin' "Fuck George Bush" like the Dixie
triggered by this porcupine prick
But I'm done with this shit
Oh this chick keeps talking slick-click
Done with this shit-yea
Last minute shift like I'm
Done
get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair
Shawty pulling me by my hand yeah she a goddess (She a goddess)
My phone is ringing I won't answer feel like a bird yeah (I'm flying nigga)
We conversing
I grew up on a cul-de-sac, in Haken sack
But it never felt like home
My friends jammin' Kanye, I'd slip away
And put some Conway on
Yeah, I'm trading
sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna
I'll be freed up
So I reply with what you doin' tonight
I'd really love to see you, girl, can you come by
You say yeah, I'd really love to
I'm bout
to the sky, Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
See I'm a poet
to her is wasn't good
super bourgeois she was disgusted by the hood
c had another chick thats like her inverted
but She so hood I wasn't shurrrrr if it
a chick
Get some opps we can pick
Man
We just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
I just wanna hit quick
First I'm the motherfucking greatest
Cause I
Beat beatin down the fuckin block wake the neighborhood
Think i work at Dixie nigga tryna make the paper good
Know that nigga scary wouldn’t do it if
a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
so I switch, be , like Billy Bigsby 'cause I'm the [shit], G
you hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
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