Tarantino

(BrentRambo) ayy

Only one credit at the end 'cause I did this shit by myself

She jealous that promethazine was my first love, I can't help, uh

Codeine never get the best of me, and I swim in it like Phelps

Just left Saks, I'm a glory boy, mismatch designer, no belt, uh

Bitch gon' do what she do, and I'm cool with it

Fast car, it's American-made, but this the one with the cooling kit

Label can't make no niggas slaves as long as we recoup this shit

I'ma pull up, boy, I'm still legit, just can't go with them pigs again, uh

I'm crying on my knees, I know I won't sin again

Ain't no part of my life cheap, that's just me and 'em hoes again

Somethin' 'bout foreigns on South Beach just make me hate normal shit

Dress code, tell us to wear formal shit, we don't even know what formal is

I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get

I like muscle and foreign whips, older, I might get bored of it

Tune her like my racetrack, I know you gon' call my phone again

I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get

I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get

I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get

Ayy, I'm just born to get it

I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get

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Only one credit at the end 'cause I did this shit by myself