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Three, two, one I buy when I'm bored, no Honda Accord I only like Porsche, I can afford They pass you the torch, you fucking it off If you honking at me, then I'm flipping you off (Fuck, you nigga) Flicking my wrist when I'm shooting my shot I'm steering my wheel like I'm stirring the pot My pockets so full, they can't handle the notch Stay in your lane 'cause these niggas cannot See upcoming R&B shows
I'm in my own lane Yeah, I'm in my own lanе You can't test my drive Feel like I'vе arrived
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I like candy, candy paint I like candy, candy paint I like candy, candy paintTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
