T-Top
Lex Andretti
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Want to make it last longer? Better take a pic Talk your shit I’ll swipe off your lip kit, yeah Standing ten toes strong You gone have to kill me Two-toned watch Louis V flip-flops, feel me? Two hoes out the top Moonroof, Moonrocks I be wilding, where’s my charger? Fucked your future babyfather Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking ’95 F50, turned the corner swinging I got 512 BBi, dodged a DUI You the side, boy you ain’t the burger, you the fries I decide my life that’s why I don’t depend on nobody You gone stall your life just trying to wear some damn Givenchy I be in my bag, that’s how I got him in my pocket Rocket Ain’t thinking straight, I’m on Biscotti Narcotic taking over, vision clouded I hold you hostage and don’t give no f*ck about it Seems like you always bringing problems, what’s the use though? Tell the truth Don’t know what you want, can’t be your wifey or your muse Wouldn’t know what to do if I pulled up dropped a Muller on you Wouldn’t know what to do if I pull up, good medulla on me I eat my fruits Flyer than them f*ck niggas, Nike swoosh You bitches soft, I’m my own boss Monday on vacation I’m in town, run up on her if she get to faking You bojangling, call Ben Franklin Cuban anklet, hit the stanky legg All these chains and shit you hear me dangling I don’t gotta say it, you be thinking it We goals in the t-top Your bitch can’t join the trio Mi cuello muy frio When you see me yeah you talk different When your pockets stuffed, it make you walk different Mona Lex collect a bag off a painting Five racks, don’t give a damn they say I’m changing My neck all gold, yours tainted, ain’t it? Mona Lex collect a bag off a painting Two hoes out the top Moonroof, Moonrocks I be wilding, where’s my charger? Fucked your future babyfather Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking I can smell a pig just how I can spot your gold fake (Fake, fake, gold plated shit trash) Checking niggas on the glass Like we playing hockey baby Passionfruit my sake He buy me Kawasaki Bitch you ain’t even popping While you jocking Lex, new shit dropping Got the jazz, John Stock Counting cash, you got options They on me and they wilding You want me but you drowsy Sleeping on me like a fool You ain’t smooth, boy you’re rude I gotta keep it moving Want to make it last longer? Take a pic Talk your shit Swipe off your lip kit, yeah Standing ten toes strong You gone have to kill me Louis V flip-flops, feel me? Two hoes out the top Moonroof, Moonrocks I be wilding, where’s my charger? Fucked your future babyfather Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking I can smell a pig just how I can spot your gold plated
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