A Lot
• Written by Anonymous
I turn up a lot
Me and my whole squad
My brothers so close
They call us a quad
I pull out a wad
I pull out a lot
I swerve on the lot
I'm curving a lot
I'm Throwing the shots
I'm curving a thot
I'm Serving the pops
They calling the cops
Ya boy tryna chop
I'm taking his spot
Show me what you got
I like her Alot
It's tasting so good
It's hitting the spot
I'm right on the dot
We up on a Yacht
She tell me i'm cute
She Tell her i'm not
She ain't gotta lie
That look In your eye
Boy don't even try
She whipping the pie
I'm high in the sky
I'm high off of life
she might be my wife
She say she my Type
But I have no Type
I give her the Pipe
And then we can Skype
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