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My Cars [prod. dvrien]
- Walk around with a blick, aye
- Walk around with a blick
- Spitting flames, call me Kendrick
- No Lamar, Look at the stars
- Sent him to Mars, Not the Candy Bar
- Fuck SARS, He fucking up his lungs with that cigar
- Catch me zooming in this Foreign, I love my cars
- Yeah I love my cars more than my bitch (I do!)
- I pull up on 2900 Bouldercrest with a stick
- Talk all that shit, get shot in the dick
- Wrist, check out my wrist
- I called up his whore, she gave my dick a kiss
- I'm 2900 Guala Nigga, I don't give a fuck about a diss
- Like Gucci Said, No Nigga can do me like Tip did Flip
- Used to produce beats, I forgot how to make kicks
- Ever since I got rich, I still ain't stop hitting licks
- He can choose the AK, or my motherfuckin' fist
- At this point, when I drop, you niggas shouldn't exist, Guala
- Walk around with a blick
- Spitting flames, call me Kendrick
- No Lamar, Look at the stars
- Sent him to Mars, Not the Candy Bar
- Fuck SARS, He fucking up his lungs with that cigar
- Catch me zooming in this Foreign, I love my cars
- Ooh, thats bad business!
- I had to take him out, he was a witness!
- I got the pounds in my kitchen!
- I almost shot my arm, because it was itchin'!
- I ain't religious, but I am vicious
- I am god, nigga beg for forgiveness
- I caught your bitch in Mansion Elan, she gave me kisses!
- Heard you fucked with the thot, now you got a ugly condition
- Played Basketball, Shooting Guard my position
- Pop so many niggas, you think its a addiction
- Ball so hard like the '88 pistons
- Nigga we ain't the same, my nigga, we different
- You wanna be so smart, while I'm still Ignorant
- 4000$ of cocaine in my bitch purse, I framed her
- I was talking to her OG, and then fucked her mother
- Fuck all this other shit, I'm starting my own Culture
- Listen here motherfucker, make sure you suffer
- Glockie make him choke on his blood
- I left that bitch, she was enjoying the nut
- Bust at that nigga, we hitting his gut
- Walk around with a blick
- Spitting flames, call me Kendrick
- No Lamar, Look at the stars
- Sent him to Mars, Not the Candy Bar
- Fuck SARS, He fucking up his lungs with that cigar
- Catch me zooming in this Foreign, I love my cars
- BITCH!
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