J Chinnasz & GIOVANNI FROM KEPLER-22 - LISBON

Tell the dealer if it's not tinted just forget it
I paid cash for the whip, to get the credit
So when you see me in the Lac, it isn't rented
I know bout gettin' money but I know more bout how to spend it
So I just stack up and flex more
I came a long way from crossin' borders in that '04
I like a bitch who got her own and she don't need yours
She love my purple rug, she poppin' pussy for the decor
And now she throw it back because I rap
And she know I know her man but she still let me slap
She told me spit up in her mouth because I'm into that
She showin' out cause if she don't then she not coming back
That's just the rules that's how it go
My money ain't my time bitch cause I got cash to blow
I call the plug I cop my rizzys by the O
That's how you livin' when you livin' but my boy you wouldn't know
Damn damn
Feeling like the big ones
Banging on ya ear drum
Make that little bitch cum
Everyday a séance
Talking to these dead bums
Chasing all they breadcrumbs
Somewhere on the spectrum
Feel like Julius Caesar
All you Cleopatras
Trynna steal my kingdom
Won't make another victim
Suffocate the system
'Till I get a red one
An E30 or a Porsche
And skrt from all you niggas
I'm pissed off
At the fact I gotta tolerate y'all
I stay off
The web and keep my business on the lay low
It pays off
Cause miles between us adding up like them Nascars on tracks dawg
Pressing down the pedal till we blast off and stay up
Ain't even looking back or stopping we taking no days off
It's dojo on the hat, the back, the galaxy and then sum
It's GK on ya ass, I laugh and attack till the dick soft
Fuck it till my dick soft nigga
My my my
Ladies and Gentlemen I hate to disrupt you but please look out that window for me
What a beautiful view
And when you look at that beautiful sky know that you're beautiful too

Written by:
Giovanni Boulay, Jacob Chin

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