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- Convertible Burt 歌詞 Kevin Gates Tory Lanez
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- Tory Lanez Convertible Burt 歌詞
- Kevin Gates Tory Lanez
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Hop in that b***h and I go
I cannot stress this b***h no more
Fifty racks came outside from the mall
Still come kick down your door
I don't got no time for no f**k s**t
All in the packet little baby gon' bust it
All of my hunnids they printed out blue
And they knew and I knew it as soon as I touch it
Bad joint hop out the whip
Let a n***a up it I'ma up out the stick
Say you finna catch me in traffic
But little n***a in the backseat shoot an opp out the whip
I ain't finna f**k s**t nah nah hop in that Scat and that's that
I made her put a whole ten in her bag
Used to talk real crazy to a n***a
But I made her put it back in her track
703 put the dice back down to the ground
But you know a n** *a bettin' on me
Broke boy he ain't got nothin' on me
I hop out the whip I'm stuntin' on three
N***as on d**k and they hoverin'
I'm poppin' so hard that b***h let my brother hit
Tropical water on me like I'm Fiji
I used to set that s**t up on a PG
I know the scammers the trappers the killers
Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows
I'm with the Ace smokin' gorilla
You see my jacket this s**t chinchilla
I just got back on road now I'm iced up
Like I just got fifty outta DR
Sendin' you f**k boys to the ER
They say nobody poppin' b***h well we are
B***h I might land in the strip in Miami
My b***h is gon' f**k me and never gon' dump me
Right out the dealer I'm sendin' these pictures
Girl and I know that they never gon' touch me
B***h is go-happy go-lucky
All of my n***as they don't care stand with no ducky
All of my rap friends don't y'all come around shinin' that ice
My man might buck it
Now that I'm all independent I' m out of my label
I promise I play about nothin'
Ain't got no label restrictions or politics n***as
They talk and they play I'ma bust it ayy
Like how I jugg and I stick it though
I got that green on my body like Piccolo
She wanna f**k with a gigolo
I'm hittin' these ho 'bout to deuce like Bigalow ayy
Granted I came out the dirt
Doin' Aventadors slam it I came out I skrrt
N***a don't play on my turf
Play with this choppa I bet this s**t rain on your Earth
You want a wifey you said that you'll give her your worth
I hit that s**t it was dirt
Then I slid off in a flirt
Felt like Convertible Burt ayy ayy
Kevin Gates：
Air Force 1s NFL trainin'
In the game with an NFL trainer
Movin' pale tracker on a trailblazer
Caught a sale what a major bill changer
I'm in the lead in a league of my own
Supplyin' the peace get a piece of me gone
I'm in the streets and they ringin' my phone
Surprisin' to me I can't leave it alone
I'm in a sports car
Roll down the window and then I advance in a sports bra
Don't tell me you love her
Permanent stain in the streets I got love thoughts
I get a hand full of mushrooms I take some to recharge
Iced out leave the clip in the stainless
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Close quarters in the whip with a gangster
Pipe down up in here 'fore I spank you
Pull up corner round the bend
I walk down never slid yeah
I got power no pretend yeah
Only cowards like to spend yeah
Barbershop we for real yeah
Grip the clippers split a wig yeah
Caught a clip you're in a wheelchair
We gon' to war in this time
Put it on party time
Turnin' your party down
And I'ma walk 'em round
Know I'm a God now
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