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fast cars - vivant x cali ft. $oph lyrics

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(clout) yeah i don’t go no uzis got no weapons i got fast cars
(skrt skrt) pull up to the party with lil shawty we be poppin bars i don’t talk to fake girls that’s why they can’t even leave a scar, (aye) where are you shawty wanna link cuz she know my bands are blue ice all on me dripping people think i got the flu (b-tch get in the cue) b-tch i hop out onna drop top everybody made it bust down let it rain drop in the lot doin donuts get yo hands up suck my d-ck then her friend swap like it’s co -op (god d-mn) yeah i’m on the xan going ig lovin’ jus to buss down onna gram. b-tch we poppin off hunnids in my hands sippin on some hennessy now i can’t even stand . swerving in the rari and we going f-cking fast high on drugs take my foot up off the gas dealing with a ?? take a hit and then i p-ss finna die soon you can shake the hour gl-ss. i don’t got no uzis i got fast cars pull up to the party we be poppin bars they don’t wanna talk unless i am the star i don’t talk to figures they gon leave a scar yeah i don’t got no uzis got no weapons i got fast carts pull up to the party with lil shorty we be popping bars they don’t wanna talk to me unless i am the star i don’t talk to fake girls that’s why they can’t leave a scar aye where are you? shawty wanna link cuz she now my bands are blue ice all on me dripping people think i got the flu got a lot of models trynna f-ck get in the cue. spitting all these bars now i feel like dr. seuss, money on my mind, yeah i’m counting steady blues, roll another blunt then i hop in my coupe, smoking so much gas now i’m feelin like snoop, sipping on this drank, imma drink it like juice, pop another bar, and then hop im the cue, sauce drippin off me b-tch who tf is you, no i’m not friendly get the f-ck out my view, and i don’t go no uzis got no weapons i got fast cars, pop another xanny, sipp some lean, and now we on mars, yuh i smoke backwoods i don’t f-ck with the cigars, roll another fatty while we’re chillin in the sports car, aye , im smoking on the loud while you smokin on some reggie, he gon eat on my p-ssy like spaghetti, he gon nut one like confetti, when he’s done he paints my face like rossetti, if you kno me, yuh, im petty we drivin steady

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