MAZDA (feat. Boobie)

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Deion McMinns

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Ay, ay, I'm in the league, ay, been playin' like EA
Knew I had the talents since like I was in pre-K
Don't hang where the freaks lay
Moved to a city by Westlake, not Eastlake

Back when Boobie still worked at BK
I'm on the freeway, pushin' in my brother's Mazda with anacondas
Singin' with some prima donnas, a prima donna of some sort
I got this drive in me, homie, but it's not sport

I got this drive in me, homie, but it's not a club
I got the club in me, homie, cause I like to dance
I don't dance for nobody cause I rap enough
I'm makin' music with my brothers like a naked band

Used to rely on my parents, now I'm makin' bands
I don't need daddy's money, I'm my own man
I can budget if I want somethin
Still lookin' for a girl to get my heart pumpin

Keepin' close with God so I know when he speaks, when that day comes
I'd know if he sparked somethin', I'll pick apart somethin
If they ever try to step to me, I would likely
Strap on my white Nike's and put it to your neck

Politely, and then I smoosh it with my foot lightly
Please don't try me, I see a lot of people out here tryin' to look like me
You better look lively
Look, it's pitiful the way the hate is visible

Remember back when I was vincible and I was miserable
I would let the hate get to me, it's so typical
What an imbecile, the youth inside so criminal
But then the pivotal, mythical, fictional

Almost biblical the way God used to kid to make a visual
So evictual, had to be spiritual, lyrical
Poetic justice, that's so pure, it's almost risible
Ay, ay, I'm in the league, ay, been playin' like EA
Knew I had the talents since like I was in pre-K
Don't hang where the freaks lay
Moved to a city by Westlake, not Eastlake

Back when Boobie still worked at BK
I'm on the freeway, pushin' in my brother's Mazda with anacondas
Singin' with some prima donnas, a prima donna of some sort
I got this drive in me, homie, but it's not sport
Hold up, this my Mazda
I pull up to the party like I got no father

You may be goin' hard, but no, I go harder
Wildin' at the function like I'm Prime Madonna
They call me boobie, but you can call me later
The club goin' up and down like an elevator

I got these people makin' faces like they eight a Now or later
Bodies movin' like they listenin' to Twerkolator
Ooh, I'm too hot
Heatin' like a microwave and stirrin' like a pot

Listenin' to Kodak, so I gave it all I got
Crowd got too big, so we find another spot
Ridin' in my Mazda with my brother, tryin' to plot
Slowin' on the highway, lookin' out for any cops

Got hungry, so we went to Taco Bell
Got a Baja Blast and a five-dollar box
And we got those little, those little Cinnabons, too
You know the ones with the cream inside

Yeah, them things is bussin', bussin
Ooh, but you know, we can't leave those crumbs
We get all that cinnamon we get it in my car
Heh, gotta keep the Mazda clean

That's my Mazda

Ay, ay, I'm in the league, ay, been playin' like EA
Knew I had the talents since like I was in pre-K
Don't hang where the freaks lay
Moved to a city by Westlake, not Eastlake

Back when Boobie still worked at BK
I'm on the freeway, pushin' in my brother's Mazda with anacondas
Singin' with some prima donnas, a prima donna of some sort
I got this drive in me, homie, but it's not sport

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