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1 way journey – yacht club lyrics

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[hook]
penthouse top suite maserati yacht meet
abu dhabi site see life good but its not free
louiey in my soles caught cold feet cold red rims had to slow creep
creative put the engine in the backseat now they want baton like track meets

[verse]
thank you to og who started me out thank you to n+ggas who counting me out
pull up and show out now counting me out wrist caught the measals sh+t starting to sprout
bentley grill blushing sh+t making me proud turn up my weed cause she gotta be loud
dolce cabana to walk in the house rich millie on wrist momma said wow
long red hair lola bun animated she on fire so i had to cremated
she on lock that p+ssy on gated wine over s+x that p+ssy i plate it
two black benz made em all related two lacs in got the tops castrated
two black friends made the rap gold plated two plaques in and i wasn’t designated

[hook]
penthouse top suite maserati yacht meet
abu dhabi site see life good but its not free
louiey in my soles caught cold feet cold red rims had to slow creep
creative put the engine in the backseat now they want baton like track meets

[verse #2]
don corleone mob on the phone sierra leone shopping for stones
my neck dijon vv’s clones banquette blood stone 2 trap phones
auto pilot taking off like draws pass by private still clutching on chrome
auto driving ride in the back+bone last guy tried me name on a gray stone
ummmm true head doctor had to get her white coat
ummmm she said dig deep sh+t murder she wrote
stay round poles like i’m bout to go vote sniper shoot silent nickname cut+throat
name on a shirt brain on a peacoat revenge is a dish but best served cold

[hook]
penthouse top suite maserati yacht meet
abu dhabi site see life good but its not free
louiey in my soles caught cold feet cold red rims had to slow creep
creative put the engine in the backseat now they want baton like track meets

[verse #3]
walk outside haters lookme in the eyes car outside k!ll everything and slide
losing my mind medication to survive ghost ride the whip shoot out out the side
thank you to b+tches that swallowed me out b+tches on b+tches you know that’s allowed
pipin’ her out they indictin’ my style couple o’s on me i know i’m too loud
long red hair yea she whippin’ in the kitchen mouth or the p+ssy i don’t know split decision
just don’t come for me you know my precision business is business and b+tch i mean business
two big blunts got me liftin up weights got make a milly can’t be givin up plates
penthouse suite all glass no drapes big pimpin and i’m drippin’ all over the place