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lirik lagu driveway baby - miami nights

[verse 1: glo getta]
ran it up like flash, but not in a trailblazer
ran off on the plug twice and i need him later
when sh~t get hot in the streets, you scatter like roaches
it’s a couple n~ggas that got my back and i know this
the best thing to pour some trish in is some cream soda
f~ck a scat pack, i’m thinkin’ ’bout a cobra
the last time i fell, i got up and i brushed my shoulders
the last time i cuffed a b~tch, i ain’t know better
when the last time you got on that road? you ain’t countin’ no cheddar
i’m built like a ford truck, last in any weather
i’m a hood star, i know these n~ggas after me
bust a n~gga, i ain’t ’bout to wrestle like no athlete
po’ chase, i ain’t ’bout to let the crackers catch me
swervin’ on the block, one~forty down the backstreets
you know what i mean
play a b~tch over and over like a dvd
play me on youtube, i’m all over tv
i like to roll a three~five of some runtz and some russian cream
i’ma pull off on the officer, roadk!ll and leave the scene
[verse 2: driveway baby]
let me tell you ’bout this time i rocked a clerk to sleep
caught her on the right time, it was her first week
in the opps’ hood, popped a n~gga on the first street
i can talk sh~t all day, this the first beat
ran through like thirty sticks, you just got your first heat
i talk real rude to hoes, but i flirt neat
b~tch p~ssy real drip, she got a slow leak
just hit a head for 10k, she was so sweet
hit the road, make a dub in the old jeep
i don’t wanna f~ck your b~tch, that’s my old freak

[verse 3: ysr dee rich]
think it’s a game, when i catch you, i’ma rob you for your v~bucks
think i’m crazy when i’m sober, let me pop this other v cup
free kannon, brodie chillin’ in the feds with his feet up
free your mans, heard his ass in saint louis gettin’ beat up
my block slap every f~ckin’ day, we got the hookup
it’s like six k’s around, the hoes be scared when they pull up
bro been home a whole year and he still makin’ cook~ups
he accurate the k, swing that b~tch just like nunchucks

[verse 4: ysr loski]
we in the all~black truck in the corner, you can’t see us
pull up, shoot this b~tch in your face, you better d up
i ain’t gotta pop a f~ckin’ percocet to t up
if i could bring my n~gga gabe back, i’d dig g up
the n~gga you call your main shooter, i don’t think he tough
i just got a hundred narcos for like three bucks
my lil’ n~ggas online with the opps yellin’, “meet up”
the first n~gga drop they pin, they blowin’ streets up
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
i just met a b~tch named donna, she tryna link up
i was sixteen years old throwin’ b’s up
i’ll let dee rich off the leash, he won’t ease up
i tried to put you on a l!ck, but you freezed up
i walked into golden sun, came out freezed up
my lil’ cousin gd, get your g’s up
i’m a flint~beecher n~gga, get your cheese up
f~ck, manman just knocked over lean cup
so much money in my pants, make my jeans bust
you got a roll full of twenties, i got blue bucks
bro just slid on the opps, man, he too clutch
we gon’ hit his ass with that switch ’cause he too tough
i just rolled a five~gram ‘wood, you rolled two blunts
i ain’t tryna f~ck her from the front, i told her toot it up

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