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blacktop pavement - classiclimes lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a classic, limes)

[chorus]
blacktop on the pavement with your outline
getting top from your b*tch, no*no key’s to drive
chilly nights in the winter got me freezing cold like ice
no heat in the winter time got me selling pies
hard nights workin’ hard ’til i get a black card
make it stack, make it triple, til’ i’m in the black car
smokin’ on the best dope, chillin’ on the west coast
when it comes to money, yeah you know i gotta make the most
[verse 1]
make the most out a drop, if i’m selling then it’s rock
wear a all white tee, when i’m standing in the spot
gold nafertiti, on the neck, cuban lock
run up on your thot, and she’s f*ckin’ suckin’ on my c*ck (ah!)
actin’ like the sh*t, but my homies really diarrhea
if you ain’t gem status, i don’t wanna see ya’
smokin’ on this loud with little latina mia
all you babymamas single catchin’ gonhorrhea
i ain’t tryna’ diss homie, yeah i tried to keep it cool
from my wiggas what i heard that you getting tossed at school
that ain’t right, that’s yo’ life, and you snorting on some white
lookin’ at your baby and you ’bout to fill your f*ckin’ pipe

[verse 2]
take a stack, i’ll make it back
i’m rollin’ up, cut paper tags
i don’t need the hoes, just need the cash
aimin’ for the neck, you need to pass
i’m runnin’ this, no question ’bout it
can you do better? i highly doubt it
wanna live the dream, so i rap about it
when it comes to music, can’t live without it
switchin’ my hoes like my flows, yeah
taking advance of my goals, yeah
who do you know that be running it up like me? n0body knows
young legend from the 306, i was writing hits while y’all suckin’ d*cks
i was plottin’ this while in the sn*tch
and i’m for the people, and there ain’t a catch
[chorus]
blacktop on the pavement with your outline
getting top from your b*tch, no*no key’s to drive
chilly nights in the winter got me freezing cold like ice
no heat in the winter time got me selling pies
hard nights workin’ hard ’til i get a black card
make it stack, make it triple, til’ i’m in the black car
smokin’ on the best dope, chillin’ on the west coast
when it comes to money, yeah you know i gotta make the most

[outro]
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yeah, ye*yeah, ye*yeah, ye*ye*yeah*yeah
yeah, ye*yeah, ye*yeah, ye*ye*yeah*yeah
yeah, ye*yeah, ye*yeah, ye*ye*yeah*yeah
yeah, ye*yeah, ye*yeah, ye*ye*yeah*yeah

- classiclimes lyrics

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