b.i. martin advance şarkı sözleri

Live from SBG Studios This is B.I. (B.I.) This is the mix Listen to this We got, one chance Pull the car around in advance Don't leave us hangin' like the top of your fan blades Dust blowin', goin' out dancing (Goin' out ugh, ugh) Current's flowin' we got… amps (Amps, ads) One chance Pull the car around in advance Don't leave us hangin' like the top of your fan blades Dust blowin', goin' out dancing (Goin' out ugh, ugh) Current's flowin' we got… amps Amps, ads They keep on makin' assumptions, cus the windows tinted Pullin' up to the function, already know she with it It's been a minute since I let loose I'm feelin' kinda hungry, and y'all got me confused I didn't come from the country, I didn't come from rock I came from listenin' to Eminem with holes in his socks I listen to Ye, we go and see Pivot Gang N.W.A. playin', cruisin' on the pontoon back in the day Was never fake to you still throw shit in my face I am BianchiDuke, I let her pick and choose A gentleman like Coach K, I never loose (Never lose) Got a temple of emotes, I never use Yeah, some of that shit I just can not do (Can not do) We got, one chance Pull the car around in advance Don't leave us hangin' like the top of your fan blades Dust blowin', goin' out dancing (Goin' out ugh, ugh) Current's flowin' we got… amps (Amps, ads) One chance Pull the car around in advance Don't leave us hangin' like the top of your fan blades Dust blowin', goin' out dancing (Goin' out ugh, ugh) Current's flowin' we got… amps Amps, ads Amps, ads I never rock the boat, I always hop aboard We're out on Lake Michigan, with the fat cigars Feelin' like Al Capone (Capone, Capone) We're out at John Walt Day, Red Bull Festival Speed racin', 290, never felt so whole (So whole, so whole, so whole) I never rock the boat, I always hop aboard We're out on Lake Michigan, with the fat cigars Feelin' like Al Capone (Capone, Capone) We're out at John Walt Day, Red Bull Festival Speed racin', 290, never felt so whole (So whole, so whole, so whole) We got, one chance Pull the car around and advance I feel like a different person Look out the window, the buildings n' city lit up Open the curtain, I feel like I'm flirtin' But they don't think twice about givin' me love That's why I don't settle, I'm lookin' for one Don't need your petals, I've been out the mud Lookin' for rentals, it's never felt so good, to be on my own Gotta thank God Whether you believe in me or not Gimme a reason to stop I felt defeated and never slowed down Self-therapeutic music, save your allowance Find a way out 6 in the family, goin' all out Big Italians, countin' the soldi 'Round the dinner table, shit's gettin' moldy Yuck (Yuck) Better start cookin' up, the jabronis Don't gotta look her up, she all on me (On me) You can book it up, I'm a homie You can… Tsss (Tsss, tsss, tsss, tsss)
Sanatçı: B.I. Martin
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