Death By Porsche ft. Ashton Like Kutcher Lyrics

I let a muthafucka die

Death by porsche

That's okays

Window Pane Gon Tilt in the rain

Distort with the pain

Free flow with the feeling in the veins

To the point you could strain

What is life

When a dollar ain't a game and you get killed

Screaming out

But i been trill

To the point you could still feel

But you still feel the feeling in yo chest

Of the loss

What's the cost

When the price ain't right

Cause the price too high

And you ride off the hype

When yeh life on the line

And you paying 50K for a year of your time

Bruh

Fuck with the flow I'm a

Peace

Power

Fuck with the mind i'm a

Devour

Fuck is a soul when a king gon rise

Fuck is a life when you piece yo pie

Homie

Two door four joints one bad bitch

Feel the feeling that's habits gotta have it

Fresh juices on the fabric

This Madness is magic

Nigga I give my life for this shit

The thrown is too high where I sit

Wanna steal my soul

Gimme mines when I pass go

Too slow take it

Kick game last name lasso come close didn't make it

After hours beat my ass in Vegas

Location unknown destination go home

Too much coke in my nose better take time

But there too many cuts in my break lines

Nigga can't slow down

Donuts on the highway

Cops coming my way

Song stuck on replay

Peewee the long way

Porsche might Take my life

Porsche Gonna ride bruh

Gear shift to the 6th one

Feeling pumped when I hit them

Getting head

That's a quick pump

I don't need but a quick suck

I'm okay with the consequences

Adolescent

Mind fucked up

But I'm toggled different

Homage pippen

Shots and Bahama bitches

Pet the kitten

Tell me who the fuck you kidding

Switch positions

Damn

Can I get some time just to think

I'm going crazy from porsche's power

Devour the anybody

That steps in my way

Damn it's getting hard just to blink

I-I-I-I drew the line then I crossed it

And most these niggas still running in place

D-D-Dance till I'm back again

I passed class I ain't a average

A Porsche really gonna pass yeh bitch

She pass the ass again

I'm too abstract with strokes

I Paint her face

With lines as white as coke

And

She could be the one that I choose or chose

To get

But

Sorry dawg

Cause I took yeh bitch

It's time to switch

These lines been used

I hit the snooze then dip

Who the fuck is this

This ain't that

And that ain't this

I'm on the move

I jump lanes on that LaLa shit

The parties lit

Better not invite the snitch

If I catch a glimpse

Believe that bitch gone get hit

And I'm not psycho

But my fuse might be way too small micro

When that ass walk in nigga watch how I grow

Put they mans in the back in the trunk

Push that bitch off the bridge

With they kids trapped within