| Switchin lanes, I’m swervin
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| Getting brain I’m learning
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| Nigga getting burn, how he gettin his earning
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| Turn me to ashes, I put it on they asses
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| Back from the dead with the dead button
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| Dash is the fastest, swervin' thru traffic
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| Don’t worry I’ll catch him I’m barely distracted
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| Attractive bad bitch tryna get wax like my hash is
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| And if you crashin know pussy cats get caskets
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| Don’t get gassed, and if you clutch just know these blunts won’t get passed
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| I put your guts in a open bag, why you toten that?
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| Where ya tokens at? |
| This just ain’t potent packs shit is choking gas
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| Sim simmer who got the keys in the bimmer?
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| Who see police in the mirror? |
| Who do mockery speeds on the highway?
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| Beast coast where I lay won’t stop till my day
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| Racing in my drop top, one god one pop
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| Shawty going on the bottom how his team flop
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| She mesmerized as I hit her mind
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| How I hit her spot back at my spot right on my mothers couch ouch
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| We on that Brooklyn shit, speeding soulfully thru the game
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| Living up fuck your fame I’m above uh
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| Throwin' up they say you never really change
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| But since my younger days I been switchin' lanes paving the way
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| School we never showing up, home with homies rollin' up
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| Sittin' in the back of the bus pourin' a 40 up
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| Niggas never quacking at us, homies’ll fold em up
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| World about to end so whaddup, lets roll the whole thing up
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| Yeah the whole OG, keep it in motion
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| Beast Coast yeah we chosen, nigga sick got the potion
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| I’m hoping the knowledge me and my niggas spoken
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| Will find a nigga in the villa smoking on something potent
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| You niggas is fucking hopeless, and me and my niggas focused
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| I’m sitting in the whip dreaming about tactics
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| On this rap shit and how to make my cash flip
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| You need practice, I already get my ass kissed
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| Flows nasty I could probably sell a blank disk
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| Kate Moss tee on 28 grams bitch I get my OZ on
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| Laney 14's bitch I get my OG on
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| Got on Christian Dior but we living like we demons
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| Talking shit and rolling up thats the wave that we on
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| MCM jacket, gold teeth like I’m Jerome
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| Teeth shroomed up, acid drops in my cup
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| Don’t just sit there girl what’s up
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| Pop that pussy crack a dutch, and roll it up take one puff
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| Rubber cover me up, you know somewhere men are crazy
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| Lil nigga ain’t mine that yo baby
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| She said Meech don’t even try to play me
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| I switched gears, jeep went ERR like Jamie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Jeep , by - Lee Bannon. Song from the album Joey Bada$$ / Pro Era Instrumentals, in the genre Электроника