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作曲 : Daijon Davis
She said,"Don, I wanna live this life forever"
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that **** on the low
Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a nigga mix the Marni with the Rick
She like how I put that **** on, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm the **** now, whoa, whoa, whoa
No, I'm not tryna be rude, baby, but these *****es, they coming in two, baby
I want a part of me, like, whoa, whoa, whoa
Check the call out, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh-ooh
Now I'm getting hella love, like, whoa
Mass drugs every weekend, rich nigga lifestyle, woah
I have some demons, don't lеt them shits **** with you, I'm like,"Tell mе something I ain't know"
Basically, I got a chrome heart, so I put that **** on my clothes
Out of town life, whoa, tell me if you gon' go
I ain't know that you used to, I can boss your life up, whoa
Tell me something I ain't used to, show me something I ain't never shown
She need CPR, it's hard to breathe, got me catching my breath, she got me like, whoa, whoa
Body Bentley, whoa, cash, flip it, whoa
Nobu, poppin' doors, take my **** to go, go
Niggas talking out of touch, TMZ
Ride around with a Drac', PND
I just rolled up with an 8, dee-dee-dee
Sound like that ***** got a stutter, dee-dee-dee
Notice how a nigga rock, Tommy Lee
Now my **** look like a rock, PnB
Had to reach out to all of my niggas
Get a bag, watch me double up, flip it up
*****, and I feel like a Don, my nigga
These Jeremy Scott wings got me flying, lil' nigga
That's your ho, why she follow a nigga?
That's your *****, why she follow my niggas?
Brand new Trackhawk, speed racin'
Brand new Marni shoes, no laces
Girl, tattoo my government name
It's a whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, rubber band, *****, I'm the rubber band man
I know you want me, you acting bipolar again
Uh, ayy, stop mo'****in' lying, I know you ain't sober again
Sober, sober, sober, sober, but **** it
She said,"Don, I wanna live this life forever" (Over, over, over)
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella (My umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that **** on the low (On the low)
I've been out like, hell yeah, hell yeah, these Rick Owen flip flops
Baby, like,"That's Rag3 Kidd", hell yeah, yeah, got this **** on gridlock (Whoa)
Why these *****es never act right? (Whoa)
All she wanted was that Ac' right? (Whoa)
In Colorado Springs that night, it's okay, on God
She said,"Don, I wanna live this life forever" (Yeah, yeah, on God)
Round around town, big Draco, my umbrella (My umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that **** on the low (On the low)
Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a nigga mix the Marni with the Rick
She like how I put that **** on, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm the **** now, whoa, whoa, whoa
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