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Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan All them man lose shit, I put the salt in it 'Cause you never know where you gon' go with it Where I'm livin', I don't go on road with it But my family's still gotta stroll with it Put the VVs on, cold with it Pussy smellin' like a rose, innit Dive in it, out my zone with it Nah, she don't ever wanna go, nigga I'm a new breed, ozone And niggas still singin' my old flows It's Gucci, Coco The girl wanna be in my photos And these groupies loco But I ain't never takin' you home, no This movie in slo-mo My life's too lit cah I'm so zoned It's way too lit, we stay too lit The zone too lit, we take your bitch She rate this drip and take this dick Graveyard shift, can't wait for this Save my shit, that's what made me rich Letras de cancionesThis month made about eighty quid 41 and I face my spliff All of them nights I prayed for this All of them nights I prayed for this I prayed for this, I worked for this I wake up cold, I smoke my spliff I earn my dough, I break my bread Pay my dues I wrote my script I drive through ends, I don't do tints They act surprised to see the kid I'm a born ten, I'm so cold with it And my Nike trackies had some holes in it They told me that they had no hope in me Now they tell me that I'm movin' dope, innit My old girl's still in love with me Dig her pussy like there's gold in it Dig her pussy like there's gold in it Ain't a rookie, I'm a pro with it I been a pro, baby, I'm a soul nigga Out my zone, baby Spend a hundred K, still broke, baby Ain't nobody fuckin' with a old baby Took the Lamborghini for the weekend Her pussy wet, I'm in the deep end Loud sex, she freakin' When you see me, it's that new season, yeah, yeah She want Givenchy bags and new shoes Now I ain't stressin' like I used to Follow my instinct like it's Blue's Clues Found my connection, ain't no bluetooth I woulda hit it but she too rude Get out my mixtape, put out new new They wanna burn me but I'm too shrewd Burn down the building, need a new booth Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan From Letras Mania