CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Subtle
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Pasto Flocco, yeah, hey
Hey, hey, hey, yeah
Boy, you not sanction
Boy, you not gang, gang
Pull up on that n***a, click-clack, let it bang, bang
Gave you everything, give it back you a lame, lame
Now we speedin' to the top, yeah, stay up in your lane, lane
Pullin' up in foreign cars
Yeah, I need hundred mill', eight-hundred car garage
Now we broke up, deleted our collage
Yeah, you turned me to my bad side, yeah, like a [?]
Yeah, yeah
Call up Jenny, that boy in a Tes'
I get to the green like Shrek
I'm flippin' these packs, no Tech Deck, yeah
She gettin' me mad ,yeah
She gettin' me mad, she gettin' me vexed
She pressin' my b***ons, yeah
Yeah, this is not a test
Yeah, [?]
I get the guap, got a mill' in the spot
All these n***as they talk, all you n***as ain't sh*t
Foreign new car with a foreign garage
I'ma pull out the lot with a pretty lil' b*t*h
Don't tell me you love me when you know you lyin'
He test my gangsta, that n***a he dyin'
I'm gettin' this money, you know I be tryin'
Ha, these n***as they lyin', yeah
Boy, you not sanction
Boy, you not gang, gang
Pull up on that n***a, click-clack, let it bang, bang
Gave you everything, give it back you a lame, lame
Now we speedin' to the top, yeah, stay up in your lane, lane
Pasto Flocco, yeah, hey
Hey, hey, hey, yeah
Boy, you not sanction
Boy, you not gang, gang
Pull up on that n***a, click-clack, let it bang, bang
Gave you everything, give it back you a lame, lame
Now we speedin' to the top, yeah, stay up in your lane, lane
Pullin' up in foreign cars
Yeah, I need hundred mill', eight-hundred car garage
Now we broke up, deleted our collage
Yeah, you turned me to my bad side, yeah, like a [?]
Yeah, yeah
Call up Jenny, that boy in a Tes'
I get to the green like Shrek
I'm flippin' these packs, no Tech Deck, yeah
She gettin' me mad ,yeah
She gettin' me mad, she gettin' me vexed
She pressin' my b***ons, yeah
Yeah, this is not a test
Yeah, [?]
I get the guap, got a mill' in the spot
All these n***as they talk, all you n***as ain't sh*t
Foreign new car with a foreign garage
I'ma pull out the lot with a pretty lil' b*t*h
Don't tell me you love me when you know you lyin'
He test my gangsta, that n***a he dyin'
I'm gettin' this money, you know I be tryin'
Ha, these n***as they lyin', yeah
Boy, you not sanction
Boy, you not gang, gang
Pull up on that n***a, click-clack, let it bang, bang
Gave you everything, give it back you a lame, lame
Now we speedin' to the top, yeah, stay up in your lane, lane