Classic

Emilio Rojas

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On my hear, iPhone in my side
Bad hoe on my bed, A5 that I drive
I'm in the dealership daily, them workers know me there
And sales women they kissing me before they blow me there
I'm scared to death of commitment yeah that's my only fare
I can't stick with nothing, not long enough to grow a beard
A lot you owe me but fuck it we never talking boy
Better more cut my losses cause the conversation cost more, over
We walk offer
Will need a garage door
New York in my blood, your girlfriend in my car
So many pounds in my jeans it's like the queen sucking my balls
My team brushing them off, we don't wanna be bother
We be rolling round the city with some chicks who need they father
We riding yeah we riding, getting everything provided for
Fuck people, smoking till they eyes are soar
Let them know, yeah

We money hungry, only paper that satisfies us
Expensive taste and your bank account ...
You asking why your baby see me like a pacifier
She ain't always ... and sucking, her ass is crying
My life is a blur, I live that high life in the dirt
You stay a ... my squad type with that work
But they jobs ain't got no benefits
Like they wasn't listening and the shit's been said
Never never get high on your own supply
Fuck it, I'm in a public and living a movie scene
My regrets are worth more than your dreams
Move fast all, we got cash all,
We want iPads on our dashboards
We get it popping you never... you window shop at the...
My women shop at the ... store, they get anything that they need
Yeah, and that's the way it's gonna be,
Everything we touch is classic.

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