(With me)
(Mmm)
(Mmm-mm-mm)
(Yea-yea-yea)
Bitches rollin’ down the side with they legs up
Everybody with me tryna ride in my Benzo (whoa)
Chillin’ with the other side with my hands up
Feelin’ kinda chilly lemme drive with windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows
With the window
With the - with the windows up
You go blind tryna survive me please
Think I’m dumb
Boy ain’t no rhyme no reason
You my son
I’m in the Ivy Leaguе, yeah
Break my trust
I think it might be trеason
We ain’t talkin’
Might as well be leavin’
Gave me hell
We might as well be even
I can’t tell if you were just deceiving’
I need help to cover up these demons
Said she tried to call me tell that hoe I’m sorry
Welcome to the party
Tryna get retarded
Quiera una shawty
Nobody can stop me
In the mall we shoppin
Everybody watch in’
I got hella trophies
Call it Vince Lombardi
Use to be nobody
Nobody dey want me
Now I guess i’m poppin’
Isn’t it ironic?
Everybody sorry
Now they wanna copy
I had to give ‘em recognition what’s up
Okay I think I’m really finished, I’m done
I really like it when the tint’s all done
‘Cause my intuitions brighter than the sun
Bitches rollin’ down the side with they legs up
Everybody with me tryna ride in my Benzo (whoa)
Chillin’ with the other side with my hands up
Feelin’ kinda chilly lemme drive with windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
With the window
With the - with the - with the windows up
(Mmm)
(Mmm-mm-mm)
(Yea-yea-yea)
Bitches rollin’ down the side with they legs up
Everybody with me tryna ride in my Benzo (whoa)
Chillin’ with the other side with my hands up
Feelin’ kinda chilly lemme drive with windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows
With the window
With the - with the windows up
You go blind tryna survive me please
Think I’m dumb
Boy ain’t no rhyme no reason
You my son
I’m in the Ivy Leaguе, yeah
Break my trust
I think it might be trеason
We ain’t talkin’
Might as well be leavin’
Gave me hell
We might as well be even
I can’t tell if you were just deceiving’
I need help to cover up these demons
Said she tried to call me tell that hoe I’m sorry
Welcome to the party
Tryna get retarded
Quiera una shawty
Nobody can stop me
In the mall we shoppin
Everybody watch in’
I got hella trophies
Call it Vince Lombardi
Use to be nobody
Nobody dey want me
Now I guess i’m poppin’
Isn’t it ironic?
Everybody sorry
Now they wanna copy
I had to give ‘em recognition what’s up
Okay I think I’m really finished, I’m done
I really like it when the tint’s all done
‘Cause my intuitions brighter than the sun
Bitches rollin’ down the side with they legs up
Everybody with me tryna ride in my Benzo (whoa)
Chillin’ with the other side with my hands up
Feelin’ kinda chilly lemme drive with windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
Lemme drive with the windows up
With the window
With the - with the - with the windows up
( Joladii )
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