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blac youngsta - motor lyrics

[chorus]
imma blow my motor, imma sell my soda
i’m so f-ckin’ rich (rich), i don’t want to know my total (gang gang)
i’m a big pistol toter, big pistol toter (boom)
i’m a big pistol toter, big pistol toter (hrrr)
imma blow my motor (gang gang), imma sell my soda (f-ck n-gga)
i’m so f-ckin’ rich (gang gang), i don’t want to know my total (nope)
i’m a big pistol toter (hrrr), big pistol toter (bow)
i’m a big pistol toter (bow), big pistol toter (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

[verse]
come from the projects, i jumped fences
hoe i came up, i’m expensive
i sold bricks white like my dentures
i see haters through my lenses
big clip holding this extension
these hoes showing out for attention
you a f-ck n-gga, i can sense it
you can get k!lled for that flinchin’
flinchin’, broke -ss hoe penny pinchin’
pinchin’, pinchin’, cook my dope then rinse it
drippin’ in givenchy, and my b-tch got ‘xtensions
and she wear them little -ss shorts like she play some tennis

[verse 2]
i tote a big pistol
i want yo’ big sister
i want to hit her from the back, stick my stick in her big [?]
sit on my stick like a big cushion
last boyfriend, he a big p-ssy
i might pull up on a rapper, take that chain as a big christmas
ion bite my tongue, ion sell guns, ion talk about drugs on the phone, ion talk about murders in them songs
she ain’t comin’ out ‘less she got on thongs
all my cars payed for, plus my home
i was born alone, imma die alone
and i’m sick of n-ggas runnin’ up ask me to put them on

- blac youngsta lyrics

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