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I told the I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these folks I'm broke, a smile poured From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only Broken from broken English, that's all it Hol' up and if I were, why you throw a party? Affection is so convenient when Correction, hoes don't mean it when fallin' I guess that's why Lois can't be with Kent Fly on a nigga back he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you there? searchin' for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I care White button downs and Emory Had to her birthday down because my memory sucks But this shit comes back up some acid reflux Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic I was zippin' through the city and I give a fuck 1994 Land Cruiser because That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why I do that to her? Simple is it, symbolism, I'll up at a club And might not buy a new car again, if I can help it Cause if I buy one then they gon sell ten, then what I'm left Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could Til' then, ride my fuckin' bike, or walk
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I that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the greatest bitch I met, then show me some proof girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' shit up She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the
Yeah, she love her country but American cars For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of bitches is foreign If yellow to be the color in fashion What happens to all of this good black he keep ignorin'? The world told him shit rhyme with orange The is only with him because he's tourin' Well go on angel, I don't blame you, hang yo head I know it's survival for you, get it an IOU
so, materialistic I'm just life, I'm livin' life, you know? worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah
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We these cars on the regular This that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' forever Without foreign vehicles, can we still gon' be together? me