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Paroles de la chanson Victory Lap par OsamaSon
So lame, I can't kick it with you lame boys
Cocaine, when I whip, it make cocaine noise, huh
Propane, you gon' get hit with the flame, boy, huh
Hit a stain, do three-hundred, then switch lanes, boy
I got fame, I ain't had nothing to my name, boy, yeah
I can't change, big fat blunts rolled to the brain, boy, huh
You missed everything, gotta work on your aim, boy, huh
We just booted out the roof and we went airborne
I wasn't just born yesterday
Wake up, we paped up and we gettin' cake
Hold up, I did too much Xans, yeah, they put it in it my face, huh
Cocaine, when I whip, it make cocaine noise, huh
Propane, you gon' get hit with the flame, boy, huh
Hit a stain, do three-hundred, then switch lanes, boy
I got fame, I ain't had nothing to my name, boy, yeah
I can't change, big fat blunts rolled to the brain, boy, huh
You missed everything, gotta work on your aim, boy, huh
We just booted out the roof and we went airborne
I wasn't just born yesterday
Wake up, we paped up and we gettin' cake
Hold up, I did too much Xans, yeah, they put it in it my face, huh
Still servin' Js, ayy, it's a brand new day, huh
Told the bitch to kick it or come do it my way
You can let me hit it or go hit the highway
You've been smokin' midget, see the look in your face, huh
You're not friends with digits, your ho look at my way
I just need to know if you can do these three little things
Get fly, get by, and just stay out my way
Yeah, I rock what I want, I ain't going by the theme
We just fuckin' for the night, no, we can't be a thing, hey
Diamonds on my wrist, yeah, diamonds on my ring, huh
Fucked up with my bitch, now I'm single than a Pringle, huh
Told the bitch to kick it or come do it my way
You can let me hit it or go hit the highway
You've been smokin' midget, see the look in your face, huh
You're not friends with digits, your ho look at my way
I just need to know if you can do these three little things
Get fly, get by, and just stay out my way
Yeah, I rock what I want, I ain't going by the theme
We just fuckin' for the night, no, we can't be a thing, hey
Diamonds on my wrist, yeah, diamonds on my ring, huh
Fucked up with my bitch, now I'm single than a Pringle, huh
Black and white McLaren whip, I'm whippin' that tuxedo
I said, "What's the plans?" 'Cause I'm turnt and I'm single
Everybody sat down, when I pulled up, I'm like, "He know"
Why this bitch keep playin'? Got the racks and the mink coat
Your bitch dropped the chain, yeah, we fuckin' with a freak ho
I was on a plane, I can't even refresh my feed, yo
I just hit the main thing, I can't lie, I need both
I just flew my main thing way overseas, yeah
Way overseas
Stop playin' with me
I'll flame you to the tee
I said, "What's the plans?" 'Cause I'm turnt and I'm single
Everybody sat down, when I pulled up, I'm like, "He know"
Why this bitch keep playin'? Got the racks and the mink coat
Your bitch dropped the chain, yeah, we fuckin' with a freak ho
I was on a plane, I can't even refresh my feed, yo
I just hit the main thing, I can't lie, I need both
I just flew my main thing way overseas, yeah
Way overseas
Stop playin' with me
I'll flame you to the tee
I'll pin you to a tree
Got baguettes on my teeth
Got baguettes on my teeth
New Porsche, no Need for Speed
Huh, yeah, I got to eat, yo go buy chef boyardee
They don't invite us to parties, 'cause I make they ho get on knees
You wanna race? I go Benz, Squeeze
I woke up countin' Benjis
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Got baguettes on my teeth
Got baguettes on my teeth
New Porsche, no Need for Speed
Huh, yeah, I got to eat, yo go buy chef boyardee
They don't invite us to parties, 'cause I make they ho get on knees
You wanna race? I go Benz, Squeeze
I woke up countin' Benjis
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
Run to the guap, everything on fleek
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