- YBN Nahmir Fast Car Music (STAIN) 歌词
- YBN Nahmir
- I just wanna ****, I don't love the birds, ayy
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve, 'Vette
Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy
When I hit the gas, I leave these niggas hurt
You don't understand somethin', nigga
You worried 'bout a bitch? Go and hit a stain, nigga
Go get that there, nigga, gotta pick 'em up
**** that nigga and all that, all that
You know me, nigga, I'll fire, nigga
Fly niggas, send that address and all that
Bitch, we comin', takin' everything for the takin', nigga
I'm so ****in' high, I might touch the moon
If she say she wanna ****, I'm like, "Okay, do it"
Say she wanna suck a nigga dick, that bitch do what it do
Me and Glitch been shittin' on these niggas since we was in school
I'm back to back in traffic, me and gang slidе, breakin' all the rules
My othеr bitch be ****in' all on our opps, I think they tryna move
This thot ho was talkin', had my baby, I might just pop her too
I was clutchin' on twos, actin' a fool
You know how I'm rockin', dude
My partner snaked me for the bean
So I keep one tucked every time I'm steppin' out
Ho, I bet he think I won't rub off the paint
I'ma go take all the bands out the safe
Might just go spend all my money on Ks
I be in Houston with Jay Prince and Drake
I'm smokin' big gas, hella blunts to the face
My eyes super red like a nigga got Mace'd
Then I'm back to the trap with a lil' ho neck
Tell **********
Slidin' in the Rolls Royce and it got tints
Wanna be the man? Gotta kill your shit
'Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys shittin' all up in they pants
I just wanna ****, I don't love the birds, ayy
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve, 'Vette
Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy
When I hit the gas, I leave these niggas hurt
When I hit the gas, I make your lil' bitch twerk
Yeah, she know how to suck the dick but she get up on my nerves
Buy Forgiatos or Monte Carlos, slide through the city, get murked
They know I keep Glocks, though, that's in the Tahoe, with a big crib in the 'burbs
Haha, nigga, bang, bang-bang
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