Luxury
Top down do you feel the breeze
Baby this a push start don't need no key
Everything we do baby that's luxury
Came up out the gutta they ain't believe in me
Go to sleep got money on my eye lids
I'm fly baby
You fuck around you might be my pilot
Why it feel like we war
Baby you see my scars
Girl you know that my life real
Ain't no facade
You could see it in my eyes I'm shooting for the stars
Got no choice but to go get it
Before my family starve
Who woulda knew I'd be on south beach
With the top off
Can't let my feelings get involved
So I just knock her off
Back to back foreigns
Them hoes come with me
And I'm riding round the city smoking on palm trees
Suave wreck the Porsche
Had them hoes like sheesh
Took her from the beach and had her on her knees
Oh you see I'm popping
Now you blowing me up
Okay them trips out to London
That coulda been us
I'm in my bag a little
I vvs ya how you forget it
You too pessimistic
I'm like fuck it where ya luggage
Cause ya ass stay tripping
I know you toxic for me
But I want you back
Okay he talking out his mouth
He ain't like that
I use to trust you with my secrets we adapted
You a devil in a dress to be exact
Top down do you feel the breeze
Baby this a push start don't need no key
Everything we do baby that's luxury
Came up out the gutta they ain't believe in me
Top down do you feel the breeze
Baby this a push start don't need no key
Everything we do baby that's luxury
Came up out the gutta they ain't believe in me
Baby this a push start don't need no key
Everything we do baby that's luxury
Came up out the gutta they ain't believe in me
Go to sleep got money on my eye lids
I'm fly baby
You fuck around you might be my pilot
Why it feel like we war
Baby you see my scars
Girl you know that my life real
Ain't no facade
You could see it in my eyes I'm shooting for the stars
Got no choice but to go get it
Before my family starve
Who woulda knew I'd be on south beach
With the top off
Can't let my feelings get involved
So I just knock her off
Back to back foreigns
Them hoes come with me
And I'm riding round the city smoking on palm trees
Suave wreck the Porsche
Had them hoes like sheesh
Took her from the beach and had her on her knees
Oh you see I'm popping
Now you blowing me up
Okay them trips out to London
That coulda been us
I'm in my bag a little
I vvs ya how you forget it
You too pessimistic
I'm like fuck it where ya luggage
Cause ya ass stay tripping
I know you toxic for me
But I want you back
Okay he talking out his mouth
He ain't like that
I use to trust you with my secrets we adapted
You a devil in a dress to be exact
Top down do you feel the breeze
Baby this a push start don't need no key
Everything we do baby that's luxury
Came up out the gutta they ain't believe in me
Top down do you feel the breeze
Baby this a push start don't need no key
Everything we do baby that's luxury
Came up out the gutta they ain't believe in me
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Writer(s): Kareem Sangster
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