Tunji Ige - Bitches In A Sports Car Pt.2 | Текст песни

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• Bitches In A Sports Car Pt.2

(CHORUS)
Windy afternoons

Sunny days in June

(She) call a nigga on the phone like how you doing tune

I dont know baby

Lost my fucking mind

I got school and protools and just a little time

For my little dime

Damn you mighty fine

Let a nigga hit it right you supposed to whine

If you cross me baby better read the signs

I'll DMV a bitch, grab a ticket wait in line

(Verse 1)
To my astonishment who established the dominance

Im Speaking Modern man what you hearing honest shit

With double standards, please excuse his manners

He grew up on banks never watched

The damn Tanners (uh)

But I guess he had a uncle Jesse now I'm fucking twins clean it up it's getting messy

Cause that flow so deadly lady killer Freddy Ed edd and eddy jaw breaking with the medley

That speed racer day ragger the hot roddy

That 18 young black fucking god body

Fuck the patriarchy

You can fucking stop me

My hormones got me feeling like illuminati

(and)Why these whites girls going after me

It's been this way since they seen Kim on TV

And I don't wanna be that typical guy

But if we being real that just a typical lie because of

(CHORUS)
Windy afternoons

Sunny days in June

(She) call a nigga on the phone like how you doing tune

See I dont know baby

Lost my fucking mind

I got school and protools and just a little time

For my little dime

Damn you mighty fine

Let a nigga hit it right you supposed to whine!

If you cross me baby better read the signs

I'll DMV a bitch, grab a ticket wait in line

(Verse 2)
See Every girl a lil just bit crazy

She getting mad when she see it don't phase me

I wanna lady (uh)

Who ain't shady

Lemme dive in the sea like the navy (uh)

No sleep

Hit it to beat

You a young freak

But you ain't no tweak

Knees get weak

And the boy just geek

Cause she the reason why I gotta change sheets (uh)

Skeet skeet from the most unique

Love guru but ya boy ain't Sikh

No you the one so ya boy can't creep

But the boy like a wolf in a heard of sheep so I

Gotta go and do it Niggas stuck on stupid coughing up the fluid get in to it With the new shit
Ima loose it

Ima younging straight up thuging pushing on her buttons spitting something when you bluffing nigga I'm the seccond coming of the flex

Flex cut that check

You ain't gotta ask who next

Ignore that text

I got from ex and

I don't tick I'm like Rolex

Lex lex pull in lex

Neva stress when I hit I wreck

I can't even rep my set cause Shawty got me feeling vexed

Let's let's fly in jets

To the tropical like its mex

Gimme done and gimme beck an maybe then you'll get a check

(audio sample)

She kinda stabbed me with that jawn...
She ssshe ain't even say.. she said that shit was corny tho...
And you know what she listen to instead?... What?

(CHORUS)
Windy afternoons

Sunny days in June

(She) call a nigga on the phone like how you doing tune

I dont know baby

Lost my fucking mind

I got school and protools and just a little time

For my little dime

Damn you mighty fine

Let a nigga hit it right you supposed to whine

If you cross me baby better read the signs

I'll DMV a bitch, grab a ticket wait in line...

Sports car

Bitches in a sports car

Yeah.. sports car

BITCHES IN A SPORTS CAR!

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