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fdo szn - drive lyrics

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[verse 1: dat mate]
driving through your city and you know ya boy be saucin
driving through the lanes but you never catch me crossin
rap game ryan gosling
yo girlie want my offspring
stomping on a homie head, don’t stop til he dead
did it all for some bread, now they sayin i’m next
leather gloves on, only give em five minutes
one minute too long, i’ll swerve off and ditch em
hiding from the cops, got my turbo drops
revving up like vroom, taking off like zoom
you can’t fit in the whip, b-tch there ain’t enough room
scorpio jacket on, f-ckboys gonna see their doom
i’m just driving on, and i’m stuntin on these fools

[hook: dat mate]
yeah i’m flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling

[verse 2: wetty]
driving to your place because i f-ck your b-tch often
driving like a maniac, taking no precaution
if there ain’t no mayhem then you know that i’m gon cause some
everyone be lookin cause my car is f-ckin awesome
breaking bad with my old boss man bryan
cooking like cranston, driving like ryan
i pick up the ingredients and he can do the frying
leather gloves on, cruising speeds like i’m flying
whippin it up in the wing, pullin up stealing some bling
from mexico to belize, los angeles straight to beijing
if you try to f-ck with my squad you’ll wish you were never alive
robbing a store, in a two door, pedal to the floor, drive

[hook: dat mate]
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling

[verse 3: dat mate]
swerve off in a ditch, i just sn-tched yo b-tch
i just secured the money, but i ain’t spend sh-t
i got people comin for me, but you know they always miss
ryan gosling with the whip game, swervin on em leavin sh-t stains
fdo its nic britt got ya chick driving stick shift
hit a foolie with a hammer, don’t get me mad like banner

[hook: dat mate]
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling
flossing like gosling



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