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​​​vuitton - daytona lyrics

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[intro: vuitton]
(squad full of angels)
(vui steppin’ with heat)
(vui steppin’ with heat)

[hook: vuitton]
really pop sh+t
get you k!lled, hunnid’ mil’, from the rocket
shawty in here p+ssy poppin’ i pull up with that lil’ rocket hoe
said i’m broke boy check my pockets, yall boy got me on some hot sh+t
rolling keith up in my pack

[chorus: vuitton]
ride in that scat, four up in my soda
i been f+cking with a groupie, don’t ‘een know her
(i been f+cking with a+
i been f+cking with some pills i ain’t ‘een know of

i told avi cop a ticket to daytona
yeah, puff on a spliff, it’s koda
ap on my wrist, that b+tch so cold, it could be colder
f+ck on all these b+tch i get a hold of

[verse: vuitton]
f+ck sliding her zip, i’m f+cking mona
f+ck that hoe and now she pick it with my b+n+r
what the f+ck is that, in my soda?
who y’all callin’ names, i’m screaming “what the f+ck is n6va?”
h+how y’all putting sixes in your name? like that’s that dеvil sh+t
run it back like marski, way i drop ’em thats that devil sh+t
say i’m in his cliquе, i’m not your gang yeah i was never with
give me two more hoes, i need me four i still can’t never pick

[hook: vuitton]
really pop sh+t
get you k!lled, hunnid’ mil’, from the rocket
shawty in here p+ssy poppin’ i pull up with that lil’ rocket hoe
said i’m broke boy check my pockets, yall boy got me on some hot sh+t
rolling keith up in my pack

[verse: vuitton & aviorts]
(rolling keith up in my pack)
i put k’s up in your name because you f+ckboys is too wack
i was hitting juggs and sh+t with my lil’ brother ‘fore i rapped
i put my love into the trap
and they gon’ always have my back, i dropped a k and made it back

b+tch i turn sixes to a stack, i been toting on a 60 i been stacked
my bro paid bills up off his neck, i told lil’ brother where you at?
woulda thought i’m rick ross, way these pockets real tough, and these f+ckboys keep callin’ me fat
and my brother kdot gon’ keep that stick, wherever the f+ck we at (on god)

[chorus: vuitton]
ride in that scat, four up in my soda
i been f+cking with a groupie, don’t ‘een know her
(i been f+cking with a+
i been f+cking with some pills i ain’t ‘een know of
i+i told avi cop a ticket to daytona
yeah, puff on a spliff, it’s koda
ap on my wrist, that b+tch so cold, it could be colder
f+ck on all these b+tch i get a hold of



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