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tedy andreas - mercedes lyrics

[hook x2]
i said i’m driving mercedes, my windows not tinted
they look at me crazy, i ride through my city
i talk to that b-tch like look what you made me
we came from the basement, now look at our statements
she calling me baby, calling me lately
all that shit changed when i got the ‘cedes

[verse 1]
always knew i would get the benzo, i pull up on you tell me how you feeling
had the vision since i played nintendo, i’d have pussy options i pick out the litter
smoking out the roof it’s like a chimney on the interstate i get the whole city lifted
ope told me that i’m intercontinental they go know you from belize to sacramento
yah like michael vick in the whip, call audibles when i see pigs
mothers approached me and said i inspire they kids, i know they get high to this shit
all in one year but pardon my french but f-ck the anonymous hating they patiently waiting
i slide out my lane and fall of my wave
this my kelly slater impersonation, having seen my homies since we graduated
last thing they told me is you better make it
now my wallet getting thicker everyday, it’s looking like the casket of benjamin franklin
slowing it down a little bit
sipping moet and lowering my stress levels, then i listen to my competition and it relieves me of all pressure
look at me now read all the shit that i’ve written, this shit has been scripted, i’m tryna get momma out of prison, then cop her a benz then cop me a
bentley, then get a da vinci for the crib she living in, all the old chicks now feel the kid
play ugk track number eight, all the shit just changed when i got the ‘cedes

[verse 2]
i’m from the h-town my girl from alief, if i call her to tell her to bring that -ss over, sweeter than pastries
i wake up and notice that she’s doing the dishes, she cleaning the sofa, that shit really phase me
know in the back of my mind she the one, breaking her heart say i’m still having fun, plus i got errands to run
i got shows on my schedule got b-tches still back from like the seventh grade
they thinking i wrote every song about em’, they saying i changed but they never got me
just tryna get used to me having options, just tryna get used to the ceiling dropping, breaking down in my jalopy since a youngin been tellin mama i’d be copping and

[outro: alex emami]
said if you want it, call me over, girl we riding clean around here
well i could show yah, give you a tour of the westside in california
jump to the crib, pack up our shit and fly out to barcelona

[hook & outro x3]
i said i’m driving mercedes, my windows not tinted
they look at me crazy, i ride through my city
i talk to that b-tch like look what you made me
we came from the basement, now look at our statements
she calling me baby, calling me lately
all that shit changed when i got the ‘cedes

(said if you want it, call me over, girl we riding clean around here
well i could show yah, give you a tour of the westside in california
jump to the crib, pack up our shit and fly out to barcelona)

- tedy andreas lyrics

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