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Porsche 918

by Ying Yang

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You cannot see me Feel like John Cena I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina Yeah she gon dance No ballerina I hear you talking Still don't believe you Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum He going out sad I would not want to be him You cannot see me Feel like John Cena I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina Yeah she gon dance No ballerina I hear you talking Still don't believe you Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum He going out sad I would not want to be him I'm riding with niggas who got their degrees And felonies And I'm not Betty Crocker can't get recipe If you love me I hate you, but love enemies And I'm rocking Greg Lauren when I'm in the streets And he play like Draymond Green I know he gon reach I was always self made bringing sand to the beach And I handle my business I'm always discrete Pineapple & Pearls when I want sumn eat Put my Cartiers on just to look in your face And I'm driving a Porsche why would you want to race And I don't need a fortune to tell me my fate And before I pull up always scope out the place Cuz niggas hate Niggas be fake I bought a Rollie still coming in late Five thousand my sweater I need me some space Fuck all the love I deserve all the hate Kapital sweater And I seen what you did, but I did it way better And I know you can't read, but I wrote you a letter And I'm switching my cars it depend on the weather When I'm counting this money it give me a rush Know they hate me I'm different feel like I am Russ Baby girl I don't want you if you gon fuss Scars on my hands when my hands was in cuffs I ain't making no deals it's nothing to discuss You can't hang with the gang you is not one of us You can't cry in the Porsche you can cry in the bus And you don't gotta change you just gotta adjust Upping my profit Popping these percs disobeying my doctor Prada her purse so I know she was proper I bought a dog so I Goyard his collar I'm in the trap, but I'm really a scholar You cannot see me Feel like John Cena I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina Yeah she gon dance No ballerina I hear you talking Still don't believe you Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum He going out sad I would not want to be him You cannot see me Feel like John Cena I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina Yeah she gon dance No ballerina I hear you talking Still don't believe you Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum He going out sad I would not want to be him

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“I could be president of ____________ , baby, huh — Or just a tiny little grain of sand.”
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B Daimler Chrysler
C Ford Motor
D General Motors

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