LYRICS
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Custom the things, custom the wingsI had to custom the vibe, custom the link upCover the back of the lab, front cover magazineCover your eyes, cuddled up, back of the V (Yeah)Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh)Our misery really ain't nothin' to seeI gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh)Bring out a bag of the weedDid I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieveBlew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieveRather you leave, then you go back out on meDon't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at leastYou know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this weekMovin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meetWe got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeahFuck shit up at the club, shit tuckedWe be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truckBack up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuckCity up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trustLike it thick with a bounce, we all in the countWine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the waveStacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the houseYou come with two when it's late, know the brown one is my fav'Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out)Step by step, watch yourselfCleaners got anything you might've leftI couldn't do none of this by myselfWith mafia, they in the tuckI gave you fifty to boost up your buttI gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzedI tried to choose you, you'd rather go clubKnow what to do, you rattled me upCommon denominator, we were steps from the diamond agesGot a couple of vibrationsFor the simulation, gotta re-up the hydrationFuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)Mm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mmWoah, mm-mm, mm-mmFuck shit up at the club (Ooh)Yeah, yeah, yeahDrop downRun around, run aroundFuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
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