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ian the maverick – audemar lyrics

balling like its no tomorrow
spend racks yea all tomorrow
i just want a foreign broad

she gone ride it like a foreign car
balling like its no tomorrow
ima go and cop the store tomorrow
fist wrist on froze tomorrow
i just want a audemar

i just want a new ap to keep my wrist flooded
molly got me too d-mn geeked cant see cant function
if i pull these racks out, they gone love me for certainly
when i pull that strap out, that chopper do surgery
baby wanna f-ck with the goat wanna f-ck with a real one
my n-ggas they came out the mud you know they gone drill some
i just been chasing that sack with no apologies
i put on a black mask they be thinking its halloween
i only like blue faces, its like a n-gga racist
my main and my side b-tch mad they wanna trade places
remember days trapping out a vacant, if you want it n-gga take it
they aint want a young n-gga to make now look at they faces
best thing you ever could’ve done was go and turn your back on me
now im in the studio and i just made me a masterpiece
and my life a movie role im steady stacking racks in jeans
and im in the fast lane aint no catching me
swear that ima stay the same im never changing counterfeit
swear that ima chase these bills n-gga you can count on it
promise ion feel the same when i be off that activist
world moving so slow aint no catching me
got my first 10 bands and i went to california
1 of 1 my jacket b-tch im moving fashion forward aye
and i got a digital dash im fasted forward aye
i cant wife no thot silly hoe thought that i told you that

balling like its no tomorrow
spend racks yea all tomorrow
i just want a foreign broad
she gone ride it like a foreign car
balling like its no tomorrow
ima go and cop the store tomorrow
fist wrist on froze tomorrow
i just want a audemar

and my diamonds gone dance for certainly
and i get these bands for certainly
i unlock the box like a pair of keys
all these b-tches gone flock like a parakeet
cant fake it lil boy only one of me
i got the racks in my dungerees
i keep that weight aint no hurting me
and my pockets lift weights hypertrophy
we don’t do daps we don’t know y’all
and we don’t do cap we gone show y’all
we wanted these racks for so long now
in the back of the back i done dozed off
now im getting bands they wanna f-ck with me
you aint my bro where the loyalty
remember them days paying lawyer fees
cop new jag new cash every week
cop new swag new tag every week
gucci my bag this swag aint cheap
gotta buy the b-tch a -ss put her back on fleek
this a g wagon this not no jeep
european tag took my swag overseas

- ian the maverick lyrics

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