Chap - mph

Mph

Speedin' flashin' radar, The thrill in my vein now
Throwin' out the window, Is that your bitch hoe?
Cruisin' cruisin' dozen perky, In my back pocket
I could move so fast and also make so less noise
Runnin' runnin', Boy no runnin', You surrounded
Double Dolby, Double digit, Money countin'
I could fuck your bitch and make her my accountant
She gon' turn around and ask me for the ride now

Mph
Hunnid, Hunnid
Mph
Hunnid, Hunnid
Mph, Mph

Wrong lane, I've been switching to the wrong lane
My aim always was to turn the gauge red
Corvette, Window tinted with the gold rim
My brains on the floor, Gosh that so grim

Flickin' ashes, Bitch is cashless
She been askin' for the number of the boss that
Gon' pay her really good
I could paint the picture, Wait a minute, Lookin' like a pretty demon
In my funeral, Make sure they bring the motherfuckin' raven

Mph
Hunnid, Hunnid
Mph
Hunnid, Hunnid
Mph
Hunnid, Hunnid
Mph, Mph



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