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donterobertsonlamar - tokyo drift freestyle lyrics

baby come here dont pay for the lyft
don’t turn around dear, don’t view through the rear
objects in them mirrors, closer than they appear
both hands on the steer, do tokyo drift
hey look sean, don’t scratch another
my nissan, it doesn’t have insurance
she said “nii+san”? i’m not your brother
i’m tryna’ be your lover, heed the words i utter
said never she felt love, first time i wonder?
hit the p+ssy in circles, might tear through the rubbers
engine hummin’ so smooth, can’t believe it’s not b+tter
she blowing good pipe finna make my exhaust sputter
pillow+talking with the bih d+mn drifting a slumber
mind taking a tumbling, eyes shut and roll overing
rise top of the morning, but i’m slowly recovering
both ran to third base wasn’t thinking that much of it
copped a bih from overseas
body built like angelina jolie prior surgery
new edition start ignition cooling antifreeze
turn her on without no issues start without the keys
christmas trees, light ’em up with led’s
or infrared dotted laser beams
ooo wee, seen me n+gga bring the heat
silence fools, keep it cool
sipping spiced sprite cranberry
oh you wanna piece of me?
box me in like a slice of cheese
like i’m supposed to plead guilty
oh he got me can’t fold like loose leaf
b+tch please don’t ask me that’s too specific
thirteen deep manicure we ten toes clipped
clean off my sins fo’ crucifixion
we just chilling no need for the dissing
but we pay back in full, now you’re world is ending
don’t care don’t give your two cents
blueprints don’t exist in my penships
been capsized in sea salt you’re tilting
dipsh+t mixed in with your opinions
aww, what’d he say? what’d he say?
benefit of the doubt but the word of mouth
tells me that you have been gossiping
rumors keep passing around
they keep gasping from sounds
but ain’t bluffing it, flocking like sheep n em
commas keep coming in hot like frank’s buffalo dip
drip or drown i’m sinking in tune throwing them shots
in rounds with the slots i keep spinning
uhh, y’all my kin from dark melanin
suns, fl!ck of the wrist like shawn marion
jump, shot you shooting i’m feeling sinister
son, of a b+st+rd catcheth the grinch grinnin’
(cause he’s a mean one)
fee fie foe fum the fumes from my gun will finish him
now by god my bygones y’all out of stock
upon the shelfs from the claims y’all reaching from
we ain’t finished for td freestyle
sit the f+ck down its ‘bout to get wild
travel from the north to south the poles bounce
like whispering across the seas word of mouth
té is a maniac, nutcase who’s upfront caught
dancing in a straight jacket missing his b+ttons
but is he so certain that he is a person
a pro or concoction of things that are broken
a coin to a token or slot machines pulling the levers for a fortune
fortunately for him the answers at the end
but all things begin with leaps into the depths
of minds who forgive but death’s still awaiting
ahhh whatever the f+ck+

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