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letra de tesla - akthesavior

[intro]
mikey, you promised!
hey, tony

[chorus: akthesavior]
ridin’ ’round with my n-gga, that’s the pole
keep that for them haters, keep them plottin’ on the low
brand new benz e-class, i might just crash and cop the porsche
early mornin’, i’m right back at it, don’t exhaust
ain’t a thang but some change, what’s the [?]
jpg designer frames, yeah, he the goat
smell your scent, you n-ggas lame, i don’t condone ’em
tell me, lord, why all the realest dead and gone?

[verse 1: akthesavior]
when you got passion, they tell you you extra
like i’m an addict, the formula sketchеd up
silence a n-gga, the clip likе a tesla
i was in trainin’, i call that investments
ain’t no contenders, they all on the menu
no [?], i’m havin’ a feast
the saga continues, but i ain’t no [?], my diamonds could dance to the beat
see 5-0, i mob, i leave the scene
keep it low, i been ridin’ ’round with my, my beam
can’t cage my soul, trap my body, still i dream
she like goats like she from the caribbean
i stay fleek, always somethin’ up my sleeve
no [?], but the package fly with me
get big breesh, guarantee she let me beat
yeah, lord, lord
[chorus: akthesavior]
ridin’ ’round with my n-gga, that’s the pole
keep that for them haters, keep them plottin’ on the low
brand new benz e-class, i might just crash and cop the porsche
early mornin’, i’m right back at it, don’t exhaust
ain’t a thang but some change, what’s the [?]
jpg designer frames, yeah, he the goat
smell your scent, you n-ggas lame, i don’t condone ’em
tell me, lord, why all the realest dead and gone?

[verse 2: chevy woods]
rest in peace pop smoke
ayy, bad lil’ b-tch, i’m faded
shot to the head, cobain-in’
top off the coupe, i’m brainless
i gotta keep her nameless
i got an ak, slidin’ with ak, i can’t do no aka’s
i’m on a vacay, and it’s a payday
i don’t do games, lil’ b-tch, let’s play
brand new coupe gone, rollie two-tone
she wanna gather my kids, she a group home
said you with the sh-ts, n-gga, pop out
they gon’ get to it when they hop out
got a bad b-tch with me, jaded
only f-ck with upper echelon, no basic
this your chance, i’m the man
let’s make plans, girl, f-ck your friends
them little b-tches, i can’t stand
[chorus: akthesavior]
ridin’ ’round with my n-gga, that’s the pole
keep that for them haters, keep them plottin’ on the low
brand new benz e-class, i might just crash and cop the porsche
early mornin’, i’m right back at it, don’t exhaust
ain’t a thang but some change, what’s the [?]
jpg designer frames, yeah, he the goat
smell your scent, you n-ggas lame, i don’t condone ’em
tell me, lord, why all the realest dead and gone?

- akthesavior

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