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octoberxxxi – aventador lyrics

i do this
aye
look
i do this
aye
look

[hook]
they don’t even know me
but they’re praying i don’t make it
i flow better than their homies
watch ’em hating while i say it
b-tch, i wrote this sh-t myself
i don’t need no f-ckin’ help, and
i stand behind my bars
like i’m inside of a cell

[bridge]
when they tell me that i’m doper than the
artists that they know
i just tell ’em all, “i know.”
then, i say, “i gotta go”
cause i’m busy tryin’a grind;
i just bought me a new board
i got money on my mind
and i rhyme when i get bored
picture me high, inside of a porsche
lamborghini aventador
and i’m lebron when i’m on court
i play this sh-t, like it was sport
people be mad, i get it for sure
i got your b-tch her knees on the floor
said she love me for the way i perform
she pull out her phone. we making a p-rn

huh

[verse 1]
i roll with my n-ggas and eses
the people be feeling my wave….
i do this sh-t for the west lane
i think i need me a cape
i’ll find a way to escape
i see me inside of a rari
i see me inside of a wraith
i seen me rocking the party
i seen me k!lling the stage
could easily do this for this day’s
i got money and weed on me
and i got all the st–z on me
i come with that energy
i come with that uzi now
uh
i come with the hennessy
she making that booty bounce
uh

[bridge] 2x
i don’t trip
i’m just dope
i’m like ‘ye
kid see ghost
iverson, i feel like post
i be k!lling all these hoes
they be feeling on my clothes
i just stay on my toes
i’m so hot like a stove
she gon’ dance on my pole

[verse 2]
i’m in l.a spending cash
on the stage with a band
and i ain’t talkin’ bout the crew
b-tch, i’m talking ‘bout the stack
i just pray my real homies got back. (got my back)
uh
i’m just tryin’a put my city on the map. (on the map)
uh
she love my fits, got these b-tches for my fashion
i just spit, and i turn into a dragon
i’m the sh-t, like i’m coming out yo -ss b-tch
f-ck a check
i would do this for the p-ssion
my dreams will really have you trippin
like on acid
you better hold this sh-t in like it’s yo last hit
this that fight club sh-t
in the night club sh-t
get it hyped up
get my piped sucked
i’ve been waiting for this
hold up. wait up. hold this
i can carry all the weight
that’s just the way that i was raised
i’m just glad i ain’t got to hit a l!ck. (hit a l!ck)
uh
don’t be mad
i was meant to get these chips

[hook]
they don’t even know me
but they’re praying i don’t make it
i flow better than their homies
watch ’em hating while i’ll say it
b-tch, i wrote this sh-t myself
i don’t need no f-ckin’ help, and
i stand behind my bars
like i’m inside of a cell

woop

- octoberxxxi lyrics

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