Motorola Era

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You put that pussy on the pedal stool
 I got the Prada on the pedal on whatever's available
 I drive my cars according to which one had got gas in it
 Know I got flavor, I get paid off ad-libbin' (Toni)
 I ain't goin' back and forth, badminton
 Bad bitch, ass different (Bad)
 I brag different (Brag), my bag different (Brag different)
 My tag different, my mag different (Brr)
 Brr (Fah), fah-fah-fah (Ok)
 Ok, I'm reloadin', surrounded by the deep throaters that meet quotas
 Drop promethazine in the peach soda
 Weed rollers (Yeah), I was summoned by all the street soldiers (Mm)
 Cuban link on hug, you give you the cold shoulder (Woo)
 I might flirt with a chicken, give her the wrong number (Mm)
 I dropped the top of the year, it's gon' be a cold summer (Cold)
 I dropped the top of the coupe, it look like a roadrunner
 I grab my own dick, like, let me hold somethin'
 We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
 Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
 Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
 I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
 We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
 Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
 Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era (Uh)
 I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era (Hey)
 Fly exotic, diabolic, the psychologic
 Cypher solid, rock jewels that's nice and brolic
 Come from it, never stunted, keep it a hundred
 Speak to the blunted, no sleep, deep in her stomach
 Top billin', blew the spot, not through the ceilin'
 Who not chillin'? See a whole lot in they feelings
 One million, two million, three million, four
 Five million, six million, fuck it, want it all
 Face off, hit the clutch, give it and take off (Vroom)
 Cake off, 'cause I'm scared to let these invades 'cause
 ASOS, widebody, no weight loss
 Why try me? As high as I be is state four
 Fresh garments, penthouse, hidden apartments
 Gettin' it constant, came up, mission accomplished
 Two initials, too on point, too official
 A too OG, I'm who'll get you
 We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
 Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
 Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
 I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
 We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
 Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
 Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
 I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
 Stackin', st-st-stackin' plenty papers
 Plenty, plenty papers
 Plen-plen-plen-plen-plen-, plenty papers
 

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Duration
02:46
Key
1
Tempo
164 BPM

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