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pzmst - '99 lancer lyrics

[intro]
i could be
celebrating win streaks down king street
in a yellow lamborghini looking so sweet
or i could be rockin’ sweats and havaianas
in an old car with a girl looking like rihanna

[hook]
i pulled up in a ‘99 lancer
with a tiny dancer
you ain’t gotta front, nah baby put your hands up
the wind blows the same if i drive a little faster
you never know who i might be
me and her in a ‘99 lancer
come on tiny dancer
not a sports car, but it’s got a little swagger
could become an artist, or a f+cking actor
you never know who i might be (might be)

[verse 1]
walk in, grin on my face, girl i love the chase
i be, drinking all the way, playing marvin g+ye
how sweet, is that berry baby girl i gotta know
let me whisper in your ear, let me take you to a show
hol’ up, success rate 100%
she got problems with her man here’s a number to vent
and she don’t go for my type but she don’t need to pretend
ay you should leave his ass now, what a turn of events
well, i’ve driven round all night, come put that body on me
she want that lease on life, and drink bacardi only
151 my type, she gotta sip it slow
or take headshots, like she going for a leading role
i want the (uh) but i don’t wanna ask her
driving ‘round she like “heard you like to rap huh”
it don’t matter, no time for chatter
she like does this car go any faster?

[hook]
i pulled up in a ‘99 lancer
with a tiny dancer
you ain’t gotta front, nah baby put your hands up
the wind blows the same if i drive a little faster
you never know who i might be
me and her in a ‘99 lancer
come on tiny dancer
not a sports car, but it’s got a little swagger
could become an artist, or a f+cking actor
you never know who i might be (might be)

[verse 2]
(uh!) i’m on the eastside, it’s a joyride
i said i’m not a tour guide, i’m the raw kind
i’m in a kind of place i’ve never been before
man, these houses look just like they on a tv show
so rich (ah!)
nah this ain’t a drop+top
you brought some papers, this a car we could hot box
you keep changing every song to play this 2pac
the only thing i’m hitting up is this gridlock
i thought i found myself the wonderland
but i’ve had four too many, i don’t understand
you see, she tryna talk love, i’m tryna talk sh+t
she says i’m f+cked up, i think that’s toxic
she only sings to party or the weeknd
and she’s sick and tired of parties every weekend
don’t pretend, baby i got a plan
but you can’t sing the hook while you still got a man

[hook]
i pulled up in a ‘99 lancer
with a tiny dancer
you ain’t gotta front, nah baby put your hands up
the wind blows the same if i drive a little faster
you never know who i might be
me and her in a ‘99 lancer
come on tiny dancer
not a sports car, but it’s got a little swagger
could become an artist, or a f+cking actor
you never know who i might be (might be)

uh
ooo, ay, uh
what?
feel me, uh
pull up
uh
what?
i pulled up in a…

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