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g perico & mari ruger - long driveway lyrics

[intro: g perico]
beat boy taught me
driveway full of phat sh+t
they ask me how i do it, magic
i’m on the way, but it’s traffic
when we pull up—

[verse 1: g perico]
if you a bad b+tch and you know it, clap your hands
real n+ggas, two+step, do your dance
we gon’ turn up this city with this clicc sh+t
and we gon’ crash every party this summer like a hit stick
she wonder why i’m busy all the time, i got business
and you motherf+ckin’ right i got b+tches
plus i gotta put on this show
i gotta run this bag up, i gotta bring home my locs
it’s summertime, girls just wanna have fun
gotta wait ’til it get cold if you wanna have my son
it’s summertime, girls just wanna have fun
two girls in my bed, f+ck a one on one
we gon’ go on a date, steak 48
take a pic for the ‘gram, but don’t post ’til i shake
got a big can of mace if i ain’t got a k
in the streets i got more beef than kendrick and drake

[chorus: g perico]
driveway full of phat sh+t
they ask me how i do it, magic
i’m on the way, but it’s traffic
when we pull up, we gon’ blow through the bag quick
ayy, lil’ mama, ayy, lil’ mama, ayy
shake your ass, just don’t move your waist
ayy, lil’ mama, ayy, lil’ mama, ayy
shake your ass, just don’t move your waist
[verse 2: mari ruger]
g turned me up, now i’m on go
i might need to get the nda, she like to post
we ain’t bringing sand to the beach, like where the hoes at?
left the party with her, got a spot to be alone at
yeah, i spend it like i get it, n+gga, quick
a verse is like a brick, i’m perfect to the b+tch
i’m cursed, but i’m rich and i’m lit, nine b+tches, who to pick?
big dawg, who the pit? and i’m fly, who the sh+t?
g good in the set, my all blue is all red
dawg, he flirt with all the hoes, got ’em twerking with they friends
oh she lit, me too, and that dress see+through
louis vs two thousand, that’s a stack for each shoe
they know who i be, if they don’t, i let ’em know, oh, it’s on
say i gotta pay to play, but swear she no ho
know i curve hoes like a 580 on the road
that’s my word, though, believe what i say, my word goes (it’s ruger)

[chorus: g perico]
driveway full of phat sh+t
they ask me how i do it, magic
i’m on the way but it’s traffic
when we pull up, we gon’ blow through the bag quick
ayy, lil’ mama, ayy, lil’ mama, ayy
shake your ass, just don’t move your waist
ayy, lil’ mama, ayy, lil’ mama, ayy
shake your ass, just don’t move your waist
[outro: g perico]
we at tha clicc house

- g perico mari ruger lyrics

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