Mercedes Powder Blu

I call my souljahs
Run up in your crib, in the morning for the Folgers
No, this ain't done
Nah bitch, this shit ain't over
Riding in that Rover
Yeah bitch, I'm never sober
Drop top or the coupe? This shit ain't new, She only 22
Mercedez powder blue, my goonies rocking True's
Shoot you for a rack, word to God, that's facts
If you push me to the limit, I'mma take it to the max
If she got a man, I might fuck her if I'm on one
Never cheating on my bitch though
Bitch I'm wholesome
Finesse for my dick, bitch you thought
Bitch Stop
This Ralph Lauren
He give you USPA, so you call me when you bored of him
Running with some gangstaz, that's my partnadem
She said you be rapping, had to tell her, I ain't heard of him
Yeah I'm spending racks for the night, I'm at the Raddison
God bless my mother, yeah I'm paying for my father's sins
If the opps run up on me, hit them with that Hadouken
I was low on cash but bitch you know I'm up again
So what's up with it?



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Cohaila-marconetti
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