| Shawty with the French tips, screens in the headrests
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| Pull up on the forgiatos, bitch, I’m on the guest list
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| Ice creams, on gelato, Fiji water necklace
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| I rock it like a model, that’s to be expected
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| Bleach blond hair, 'cause I’m wavier than a bitch
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| I’ve been switchin' lanes, Carl Edwards with the whip
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| I been makin' waves, you li’l boys just hangin' ten
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| Bitch, I’m fuckin' paid, I just copped myself a Benz
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| Ayy, baby, you like Khloe with the cake
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| Bottle shots of Hennessy and OG to the face
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| The way that I be flexin', you would think I’m liftin' weights
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| Make your señorita shake like I’m Justin Timberlake, ayy
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| Pull up in the drop top, lookin' too fly
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| Baby girl, I’m no regular guy, ayy
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| Know I got the weed rolled, we could get high
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| Ayy, you fuckin' with a pro, baby, give this shit a try, ayy
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| I woke up in Cali with a OZ of the mowie
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| VVS all on me, with li’l shawty, doin' donuts in the Audi
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| On the iPhone 8, yeah, I’m drippin' in the Bape
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| Hit the blunt and levitate
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| Outer space in the Wraith, yeah
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| Strawberry lemonade, shawty with the Fendi shades
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| Chillin' in the shade, Kelly Slater, way I rip a wave
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| Money in the goyard, bitch, I’m so sharp
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| Blowin' smoke on the asphalt like a Nascar, ooh
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| They gon' switch up when you cop the Benz
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| I fuck the check up just because I can
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| And I don’t want the pussy, shawty, I just want the head
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| And girl, I’m sorry, I just think we better off as friends
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| I flew out of CoMo, I touched down at LAX
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| Totodile diamonds 'round my neck, ayy
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| Yeah, I’ma make a mill by 26
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| I mixed the Thrasher hoodie with the Gucci slips
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| Yeah
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| I remember bein' broke, shawty, but I ain’t
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| They say you fake it 'til you make it, baby, but I ain’t
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| I told my bitch to hold me down, I bought her everything
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| She be like, «Baby, where you at?» |
| I’m on the money train
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| I got gorillas in the zoo, I’m sippin 80 proof
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| We at Coachella with your boo, we smokin' on the boof
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| I bought my bitch some new Margielas and some Jimmy Choos
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| I put my name on everything, and that’s just how I do
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| Why everybody think you change when you start doin' you?
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| I think my name was Mr. Wu, the way I shot my juice
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| I think I got a wedding ring, I’m married to the loot
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| And damn, I put that on my soul, I swear that be the truth
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| I went from sleepin' on the floor to coolin' on a yacht
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| I went from stealin' out the store to buyin' Gucci socks
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| I told my mama I’ma make it, 'cause she all I got
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| And I get everything I wanted
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| This my only shot
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| This my only shot |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carl Edwards, artist - Oliver Francis. Album song Infinity Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп