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quattro season - anik khan lyrics

[anik khan]
we in the quattro when we with them boy boy
she in the a7 taking pictures, boy boy
we don’t beef when the leather this different, boy boy
just a whole lotta foreigners in foreigns, boy boy

[xavier omar]
there’s no other feeling like this
the night drive, reminiscing my mind
i open the ceiling like this, the bright lights shine
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)

[anik khan]
ay, can’t believe i’m here, dying isn’t farfetched
reading in between the lines, that’s [?]
there’s too much up on my mind, i need to release
i’m driving in the boat, rolling up the seaweed, ay
couple k!llers ’round me, but they’re angels now
you quick to snap, then they quick to put the halo down
working hard, i’m everywhere that you ain’t around
still keeping time for pretty women to play around
sh*t get to thumping, i’ma get to dumping
pick up the homies, now we zoning, gotta hit the function
just like the tires, my attire require a higher budget
keep it rolling in these moments, i just rip and run it
high speed highway, doing sh*t my way
shawty wanna link, we can end up on steinway
run up on mileage, she my copilot, cruise through the city and end up in the driveway

[xavier omar]
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)

[anik khan]
sun beaming on this skin, the seat reclining
she feeling herself, it’s perfect lighting, whoa
i’m in jamaica where the weather’s so inviting
couldn’t paint the picture so i flew the homies to the island
if you know this feeling i’m feeling, it’s unexplainable
b*tch i’m a slum dog, this sh*t is unattainable
struggles debatable, left india amazed
we got first world problems, what the f*ck is you complaining for?
hola my dominicanos smokin’ on cubanos, ay
i push the throttle, woah, they got a bottle
so much emotions that are floating in this bottle
you know i’ma pour the brougie cause this life gets hard to swallow
on that highway, doing sh*t my way
bumping miss winehouse, feeling so timeless
running up mileage, she my copilot, cruise through the city and end up in the driveway
[xavier omar]
there’s no other feeling like this
the night drive, reminiscing my mind
i open the ceiling like this, the bright lights shine
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)

[xavier omar]
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)
pushing on this quattro (and we riding, we riding)

- anik khan lyrics

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