Song parody of
Cullinan (feat. Kozart)
by Blurr
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Im over here and I'm coming in (huh)
Ride a Cullinan
We finna turn nun to sum
Im over here get this bih jumping
Dancing and we stunting
No ain't no assumptions
We finna take off to the summit
Gon take some time I ain't rushing it
But I know we finna win
But that on my momma put that on my Kin
Put that on my life I won't lie that's a sin
I ain't felt like this in a minute
I know our time is coming
Taking off we got no limit
It's a marathon that we running
I been taking risks like a Russian
We gon show y'all niggas something
Aye, show y'all niggas something I'm in this bitch we get it jumping
Dive in that water no fin
I know my whole team gon win
It's trick or treat pumpkin
It's getting dark sometimes I sin
Back in the day yea I couldn't swim
Now I got my head above the rim
Make it possible like Kim
I step on comp with my Tims
I guess that means that I him
I flex at the gym
My light can't dim
Im playing that real life sims
I can't trust him he ain't my twin (twin, we gon win)
Always knew this was my purpose
Cant tell me ain't worth it
In cali ridin round in suburbans
I know that they lurking
I promise i know what im doing this my move so let me just work it
I flew her to turks
2k i spent on some shirts
Diamonds they came from the dirt
She said im a flirt
Pull off all she hear is skrrt
Makin her take off her skirt
Ain't no need for no nurse
Im killing the verse
Blurr bring in the hearse
And take em to church
They see i ain't playing
I put up the money im making
I need it right now ain't no time for no waiting
I'm in my own lane not the same we ain't racing
I'm wondering how in the hell they can hate us
Pockets not racist
Fifties and franklins
Twenties i give em to bitches who basic
Thank God for this life that i'm living amazing
Cartier scent with the bottle engraved in
No i'm not trading
Solid remaining
Aiming for nothing that's lesser than A list
Put on for the ones who ain't get a chance to make it
The ones on the song sat along on the pavement
Now look at us now whippin cully's and range's
(okay i'm done)
Im over here and I'm coming in (huh)
Ride a Cullinan
We finna turn nun to sum
Im over here get this bih jumping
Dancing and we stunting
No ain't no assumptions
We finna take off to the summit
Gon take some time I ain't rushing it
But I know we finna win
But that on my momma put that on my Kin
Put that on my life I won't lie that's a sin
I ain't felt like this in a minute
I know our time is coming
Taking off we got no limit
It's a marathon that we running
I been taking risks like a Russian
We gon show y'all niggas something
Aye, show y'all niggas something I'm in this bitch we get it jumping
Dive in that water no fin
I know my whole team gon win
It's trick or treat pumpkin
It's getting dark sometimes I sin
Back in the day yea I couldn't swim
Now I got my head above the rim
Make it possible like Kim
I step on comp with my Tims
I guess that means that I him
I flex at the gym
My light can't dim
Im playing that real life sims
I can't trust him he ain't my twin (twin, we gon win)
Always knew this was my purpose
Cant tell me ain't worth it
In cali ridin round in suburbans
I know that they lurking
I promise i know what im doing this my move so let me just work it
I flew her to turks
2k i spent on some shirts
Diamonds they came from the dirt
She said im a flirt
Pull off all she hear is skrrt
Makin her take off her skirt
Ain't no need for no nurse
Im killing the verse
Blurr bring in the hearse
And take em to church
They see i ain't playing
I put up the money im making
I need it right now ain't no time for no waiting
I'm in my own lane not the same we ain't racing
I'm wondering how in the hell they can hate us
Pockets not racist
Fifties and franklins
Twenties i give em to bitches who basic
Thank God for this life that i'm living amazing
Cartier scent with the bottle engraved in
No i'm not trading
Solid remaining
Aiming for nothing that's lesser than A list
Put on for the ones who ain't get a chance to make it
The ones on the song sat along on the pavement
Now look at us now whippin cully's and range's
(okay i'm done)
