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fans from the flow to the ceiling, 3 time champs and we looking for more,
we live by the code, leave it all on the floor. It's hot in here, time to raise
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
I'm just a ship that's passing in the night in another way
There's a monster living in the deep the sailors say
And I think I think that I think I
actin brand new
But now that's old news
Now it's all about you
You slide thru Saturday thru Sunday
Missing you by Monday
Legs Lamborghini doors
Lick it
been around the world
I've pursued the moon in flight
I have read the words of Shakespeare
By a midnight arctic light
I have run between
doors
White drop top wit the brand new vogues
Laced rolex still spittin' the flows
How can I retire still pimpin' the hoes
Suited from my head to my toes
Flashing lights we'll follow on
To a brand new world, to a brand new home
This ship has gone out to sea and sails into what was thought to be
An open door
your back against the wall
And you would escape if you ever found a door
Cause I don't have you in the palm of my hand
Yeah, do these lines all tell
If I had a dime for every Corvette I'd be poor enough to drown in wells or sin
Pastries, posture, meet me at the Oscars I've been treated with
on to new things waiting for the brand new
2022 2022
My vision been so clear from that 2020 view
We ain't forgetting about shit but it's in the rear view
it feel empty
Trap still slapping, they think Will sent me
But this is not the Oscars baby, we still got a job
I'm in a Benz coupe but we outta dodge
Charge him with theft by takin' 'cause his drip stolen (pussy)
Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rollin' (pussy)
Had to do CPR, I got your bitch
mouth just in case we beefing we'll
Waiting at the door nigga you can get a tip
Like we order take out I'm to motherfucking
Arrogant to hide it captain
slurped up by a model ho
But I aint slipping I still got the strap behind the door yeah
You niggas really thought that I was done, wake up I pray and roll
Motivation for the fire that I broadcast
My delivery is like Door Dash
Do it by myself no handouts
No co-sign I'm a standout
Any place that I'm in
Ace with
I'm in the spot catchin' spliff by his toilet
(Gang, gang, skrrt)
Go fund your funeral, they can’t afford it
(They can’t afford it)
Stuffin' his face,
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Cadillac doors, red paint switchin' lane-to-lane
I ain't came to lose bitch, I done paid my dues bitch
Got fifteen years off in this muthafuckin' rap shit
you could thwart
A hundred wars
Save my letters
Where we can first call
By the bedroom door
And kitchen floor
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
All
too tough
Shorty off a bean take a boost up
Brand new whip and I'm ducked off in it
Shorty riding P side star stuck with it
We could take a moment I'm
by mistake
You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do
You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do
I'm sure of one thing, I'm in love
you in that brand new
Chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the
Only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains
strike like Zeus
Hit that pussy knock it loose
Gotta 4 door but I want that coupe (Woooop)
Brand new drip, nîgga ice on the way (Drip)
Hit the mall felt
in the hoard for me
Tell me what secrets do you keep
I keep it 101, all my dogs present
Doors wide open, you just gotta go and step in
My brothers
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