Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 92 Explorer, artist - Post Malone. Date of issue: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
92 Explorer |
| Hunnid and twenty, come catch me |
| Forties inside of my belly |
| Shouldn’t be driving, I’m faded (skrt, yeah, yeah) |
| Rock that Nirvana, my favorite |
| Damn I forgot what her name is |
| She in the front seat head bangin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Money counter sound somethin' like a chopper, chopper |
| Speakers system bumpin', fuck your fuckin' block up |
| Used to mock him, now his cars some Bentley mock-ups |
| Killer drop a call from lockup |
| If you buy that Echo, why you lyin'? |
| You broke |
| Got a knot in my tote, get you smoke like a stove |
| Keep on ridin' my coat, your new shit is a joke |
| Why you bitin' my flows? |
| What you tryna be, Post? |
| Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' |
| Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin' |
| Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' |
| When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin' |
| Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' |
| Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin' |
| Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' |
| When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin' |
| She used to shoppin' at the mall (ooh) |
| I’ll teach lil baby how to ball |
| I hit Rodeo, spent like 40 G’s (wow) |
| Four hunnid pairs of Gucci socks |
| I lost all my friends, made a lot of foes |
| Made a lot of M’s, made a lot of O’s |
| Open up the safe, I’m just with the bros |
| Cop the 458, cost me 250 |
| Man, look at all my ice (ice) |
| I hit your main thing twice (your main thing twice) |
| Take a word of advice (a word of advice) |
| Break up with that ho (ho) |
| Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' |
| Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin' |
| Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' |
| When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin' |
| Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' |
| Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin' |
| Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' |
| When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin' |
| Cold wrist frozen |
| Got sacks, Goldman |
| Bought the bar, Roseanne |
| No joke, they ain’t playin' |
| Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' |
| Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin' |
| Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' |
| When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin' |
| Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' |
| Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin' |
| Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' |
| When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin' |
| Yeah |
| We got London On Da Track |