Sport Mode
Papi Curt
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Blue Porsche Throw that shit in sport Two, four But we ball without no court Car look like a tank The brand new crib look like a fort Know I'm getting rich But taking Ls we can't afford Jump in a benz Making her bend She wanna be a cougar I'm making her spend It is what it is My niggas ain't making amends Know we on mob shit Boy you can't stop shit Popping crunk, I just nod my head They know the order when I pop the trunk They gon handle that, I'll take your daughter We be out for months You be on some groupie shit Talking on them phones But know that we been bout that foolishness Bought her hair then I went dropped the top I'm on some stupid shit Changing lanes Say you want them follows I want dollars, we don't think the same Private room, count that with my mans We don't even bank the same Never get caught up, but if they do They never saying names Pop a lot of champagne Presidentail campaign Niggas always do the most I just do my damn thing Saying how she love a nigga I don't know her damn name Charge it to the damn game Blue Porsche Throw that shit in sport Two, four But we ball without no court Car look like a tank The brand new crib look like a fort Know I'm getting rich But taking Ls we can't afford Jump in a benz Making her bend She wanna be a cougar I'm making her spend It is what it is My niggas ain't making amends Know we on mob shit Boy you can't stop shit Shawty thank I can't afford her It ain't that, it's just I'm never tricking off I can't support her Still she eat me up Pay for nails her feet and stuff With me she been thick But back with you It's like she ain't eat enough Not at all Shawty coming to the crib Right when she get off Saw my ex sitting at a light And then I sped off Only call her to the crib Because the head soft Talking out the side ya neck They knock ya head off Paid 3 bands for this new strap Think it won't let off Ain't shaking hands won't do no daps You know you dead wrong I put my team right on the map And then I head home Looking for me I'mma pull up in that Blue Porsche Throw that shit in sport Two, four But we ball without no court Car look like a tank The brand new crib look like a fort Know I'm getting rich But taking Ls we can't afford Jump in a benz Making her bend She wanna be a cougar I'm making her spend It is what it is My niggas ain't making amends Know we on mob shit Boy you can't stop shit Take a brick then Break it on down Break it on down Break it on down Yeah yeah who Break it on down Break it on down Break it on down Yeah yeah yeah whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa You ain't gotta look like that I'mma have you shook like that Smoke til you the highest Love it when you ride it Even if you ride for a minute When I lay you down Then I'm finna handle business Put ya head down Like I'm coming out the trenches Shawty bad, prolly going thru suspension Put my hip inside the pussy Til the pussy get to spitting I'll be pulling on ya frontal By the way I give it to you, know I want you Send a text I know you'll come through Shawty coming with a pound She gon set it on the table then Take a brick then Break it on down Break it on down Break it on down Yeah yeah who Break it on down Break it on down Break it on down Yeah yeah yeah whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
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