Porsche Lyrics

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I hop in a Porsche then go

These bitches be begging for me and some more

Whole lotta hoes I know

I pull up on banks and I break down the door

I got you cash you see, we came from the bottom with bags to sleep

Don't jump in that water it's deep, my niggas will pull as you creep

These niggas don't play wit me, I carry this choppa I call it my heat

These niggas don't get to speak, they shot up your crib, you ain't spin for weeks

I got a bestie, buzzing around I call it my fly guy

I rock Chanelly when I'm on the road I gotta look fly

You ain't no gangsta my nigga you a good guy

You look up to me cause I'm the truth, huh

Make a move you get turned to a hookah

You ain't safe cause we coming with shooters

My niggas cook up like hibachi

Dripped out in Gucci but the sweater is Versace

Whole lotta bands come stop me

Get off my phone if you know you ain't copping

Whole lotta bags we shopping

Bitches on dick cause they see that I'm popping

Got some many shooters, got options

I'm something like Batman, you something like robin

Ok, huh huh

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Ok, huh huh

Ok, huh huh

Ok, huh huh

I hop in a Porsche then go

These bitches be begging for me and some more

Whole lotta hoes I know

I pull up on banks and I break down the door

I got you cash you see, we came from the bottom with bags to sleep

Don't jump in that water it's deep, my niggas will pull as you creep

These niggas don't play wit me, I carry this choppa I call it my heat

These niggas don't get to speak, they shot up your crib, you ain't spin for weeks

All this codeine in my cup I got a lean fetish

I'm addicted to that breesh I got a green fetish

And I'm hooping on these niggas something like cam reddish

You making me cause I did it

I sing to your bitch got me looking like diddy

Whole lotta shots at your fitted cause he couldn't handle his mufuckin' business

He got a whole lotta choppas these bullets are made for this mufuckin' witnesses

He tired to play wit the breesh, I promise you not gonna make it past Christmas

Whole lotta bitches on me these niggas be looking for there lost mistress

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