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nathan fouts - audi lyrics

(chorus)
all i wanted was the audi, i came back with the bag though
tell lil mama she can have me, early morning out the back door
i got some papers from the county, they ain’t wanna see me live free
back then they couldn’t stand me, now they saying that they miss me

(verse 1)
they call me luggage all the pockets i been stuffing, i came up from the mud and now i’m in the b-tch just buzzing, they didn’t like me then but now they saying that they love it, if they say something otherwise i wouldn’t really trust it, but either way it’s nothing, the cheddar right ahead of me, i told my old baby that she deserve a better me, not my fault that she thinking bout me s-xually, her looks could k!ll she got murder on the first degree, i’m everything that i ever really thought i’d be, i got the juice like a muf-cking sunny d, but this is me i guess i never got the audi, it’s all love i got angels all around me

(verse 2)
summertime sunrise when i whip it, couple bad b-tches with me it’s terrific, check the bag jet don’t lag i ain’t trippin, i just dash pop the tag yeah i live it, b-tches on me now they wanna come around, my b-tch got crazy brain would never dumb it down, i’m like a ufo i never come around, i see how they tryna copy i know they love the style, i fill my cup and smile, don’t give a f-ck at all, i’m off that drink i’m wylin, a wolf i heard the call, we live outside the law, don’t give a f-ck bout yall, dribble low i ball, should’ve been died praise the lord, oh my oh my yeah that’s really all she wrote, if you disrespect the family then we coming for your throats, don’t ever misunderstand me, you can walk across the road, racking up a check believe this sh-t is all i know like

(verse 3)
smoking reefer smoking herb, lemme tell you what’s the word, yeah i know that i be rapping i swear this sh-t ain’t a verb i could cook up get you served, get you shook up when i swerve, got the torch you goin get burned, if you didn’t gonna learn, who you tryna be, who you tryna be dog, my time ain’t cheap, that’s why i gotta get gone, lie to me, lie to me, if you want, baby girl just know that’s not what you want, i spend a stack to feed my people, you a boss know that’s how money made, my operation tight if imma shoot don’t want the gun in frame, say i’m the culprit what’s the problem what you needing, another scapegoat you know that’s what the culture’s fiending, i got reasons, my b-tch is seasoned, she extra spicy, she got that seasoning, that’s how i like it, she looking finger licking, til it’s a stinger hit it, go head and sing it with me

- nathan fouts lyrics

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