Alright lyrics
by DC2Trill
[Intro]
Turn me up (Phew), turn me up, n*gga
This sh*t f*cking groovy, (Phew) know what I'm sayin'? I'm sayin'
[?] and the boys, not sippin' no Tris, n*gga, got Quagen, n*gga, got a PT and [?], Wockhardt baby, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, American Airlines ho
Spirit ass b*tch
I'm pouring 4s, she touch her toes, I love that ratchet sh*t
Use a b*tch as decoy, sneak by security with the blick
I ain't pour in six hours, n*gga I got an itch
These young n*ggas rockin' Amiris, they'll walk you down, I ain't gotta pay for that
You come around, talkin' cash sh*t, but he just bumpin' the gun
All these n*ggas know is ride waves, but I made one
All these n*ggas know is Rod Waves, like a sad song
Please play it cool, my temper short, but my cash long
Pickin' this b*tch up, Maybach seats, she sent her ass home
n*gga, I poured an eight today, that's like three thousand total
I got thirty ways of transportation, b*tch, I'm barely walkin'
b*tch, I'm DC, want me to wife her, she chasin' dreams often
Codeine, protein, I'on see no difference when I'm talkin'
Call up Instagram hoes, f*ck around and give her my login
Yes, you always see me with a cup, but when have you see me coughin'?
I used to rob n*ggas, now I'm in clubs white people go to
Fifty nine n*ggas, sixty deep, walkin' in your office
[Verse 2]
Get a bev and make it saucy
Get a n*gga whacked for a PSP
Askin' me to match your deuce, why would you embarrass me?
Stay your pus*y ass out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
This the wrong place to go fishing, f*ck around, meet the leash
n*gga, I gotta stay ten toes in the lane [?]
Camo!, Draft Day, Boat and me, ain't [?]
[?] bring a n*gga career back like the Hum' EV
Look inside my earlobe, b*tch it's sixty [?] a piece
[Outro]
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