In My SRT ft. Paul Tom & Soundcloudog Lyrics

Marco

Marco

Marco

Winner

No

Yeah

In the SRT and I got me a freak

A a freak

Said she wanna go somewhere where we can go eat

Uh-huh

Then maybe afterwards, dinner, shopping spree

Go back to the crib, then we a band

Then maybe afterwards, dinner, shopping spree

Go back to the crib, then we a band

Then maybe afterwards, dinner, shopping spree

Go back to the crib, then we a band and sheets

Said she wanna meet her, meet her parents next week

Okay

Take a flight out to Orlando to the beach

I'm rich

Know she had a pet that test like SAT

Bad

Know I'm bout to take her out the SRT

Yeah

Yeah, man you know she gotta be screened

Uh-huh

Yeah, and..

And you know she gotta be free

Free

Uh-huh

And you know she got to eat

Uh-huh

And you know I got that heat

Okay

Know she really wanna play with me

Know she gotta be screened

Uh-huh

Know she gotta be loyal cause you know she cannot cheat

And you know she gotta spend with me

Know she can't be cheap

Uh-huh

She can't be cheap

She say do it for a week

I say sweet

Nigga do it

Enemies freaking

Am I sweet

I'm like sweet

What we bout to eat

Noodles for a week

Give a fuck

Get me cereal

Baby I'm imperial

Told you I be pure

Nigga leave my right eye short

Nigga I don't give a fuck

Your over witness at your door

I know that girl like Stevie Ray

That bitch she said she blind

She said she want the dick

Pull that thing she's never mine

She said nigga Paul Tom

You one of a kind

I said I'm a nice guy

She said she a nice girl

I got her diamonds earls

She said she wanna earl

She said that shit is sick

She said she wanna pick

She wanna call her mans up

She said she gotta lick

I fucking zip

A zip a hurry thing

I told you got that Mary Jane

We gone do hurry thing

I don't give a fuck

Nigga used to call me hurricane

Cause every time I spit, spit, spit that thing like hurry

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