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Breeze In A Porsche
Roc Marciano
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Flee Lord
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Fleigo Delgado, you done did it
I done watched you come up in a matter of three years
And the way you maneuver, kid, shit
It's just something different about you
But hey, you still do that thing
You know what I'm talking about
I need four of them
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay (What)
The sample off-key, we handing off D
Papi need a fifty piece, Miss Brenda want three
Been clicking all week, they been spending a stimi
If they buy a nine-piece, I'ma give 'em a twenty
Yeah, the fiends makะต it over time, green staying on my mind
Ds on thะต roof tryna watch, but they going blind
Post up in the stairs, no cup and a chair
On the average, niggas move four ducks in a year
You gon' need a strong drink and an extra long mink
If you leave the wrong message, long weapons gon' blink
Cheekbone getting broke if you speak on the folks
Why the price so high, woad? The streets wanna know
Uh, this loop is so sick, gutter scoop your whole bitch
I'm a hot-headed nigga with a super cold wrist
I fought for my spot, done walked all the blocks
I was yelling from the bottom, now I talk from the top
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 2.2, but love has turned to a bore
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 2.2, but love has turned to a bore
Yeah, but lovey, don't try me, I'm Rocawave grimy
In the slums with my crimeys, pussy think he can line me
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
I breeze in a Porsche
Yeah, woad, uh, yo
Call up Lord, board the Concorde
I was getting top from some blonde broad
The speed hit Mach 4, knock your socks off (Woad)
Might cop my ho to box the Porsche (Cop it)
Although she got on Agent Provocateur
Mine abide by the law
To be honest, might rip your pockets off your shorts (Get 'em)
The high cost of life is the driving force
Uh, got blinders on the horse, I'm a cyborg (Cyborg)
From all that I saw, tears from my eyeballs fall
All my songs is like being a fly on the wall (Shit)
I'm married to the game by common law (Yup)
This is a college course on how to be a solid entrepreneur
You're not mature (At all)
You're what I'd call a oddball (Oddball, ghetto)
My China doll got designer on
She buy your boy anything I want (Facts)
And it's still two middle fingers up (Fuck 'em)
Keep a couple guns to finger fuck pussy that leak and bust (Bust)
Cheeks blush, uh
It's Marc (Yeah, Flea)
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