Motorola Era Testo
Testo Motorola Era
Statik Selektah
Toni-
You put that pussy on the pedal stool
I got the Prada on the pedal on whatever's available
I drive my cars according to which one had got gas in it
Know I got flavor, I get paid off ad-libbin' (Toni)
I ain't goin' back and forth, badminton
Bad bitch, ass different (Bad)
I brag different (Brag), my bag different (Brag different) My tag different, my mag different (Brr)
Brr (Fah), fah-fah-fah (Ok)
Ok, I'm reloadin', surrounded by the deep throaters that meet quotas
Drop promethazine in the peach soda
Weed rollers (Yeah), I was summoned by all the street soldiers (Mm)
Cuban link on hug, you give you the cold shoulder (Woo)
I might flirt with a chicken, give her the wrong number (Mm)
I dropped the top of the year, it's gon' be a cold summer (Cold)
I dropped the top of the coupe, it look like a roadrunner
I grab my own dick, like, let me hold somethin'
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era (Uh)
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era (Hey)
Fly exotic, diabolic, the psychologic
Cypher solid, rock jewels that's nice and brolic
Come from it, never stunted, keep it a hundred
Speak to the blunted, no sleep, deep in her stomach
Top billin', blew the spot, not through the ceilin'
Who not chillin'? See a whole lot in their feelings
One million, two million, three million, four
Five million, six million, fuck it, want it all
Face off, hit the clutch, give it and take off (Vroom)
Cake off, 'cause I'm scared to let these invades 'cause
ASOS, widebody, no weight loss
Why try me? As high as I be is [?]
Fresh garments, penthouse, hidden apartments
Gettin' it constant, came up, mission accomplished
Two initials, too on point, too official
A too OG, I'm who'll get you
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
Stackin', st-st-stackin' plenty papers
Plenty, plenty papers
Plen-plen-plen-plen-plen-, plenty papers
Toni-
You put that pussy on the pedal stool
I got the Prada on the pedal on whatever's available
I drive my cars according to which one had got gas in it
Know I got flavor, I get paid off ad-libbin' (Toni)
I ain't goin' back and forth, badminton
Bad bitch, ass different (Bad)
I brag different (Brag), my bag different (Brag different) My tag different, my mag different (Brr)
Brr (Fah), fah-fah-fah (Ok)
Ok, I'm reloadin', surrounded by the deep throaters that meet quotas
Drop promethazine in the peach soda
Weed rollers (Yeah), I was summoned by all the street soldiers (Mm)
Cuban link on hug, you give you the cold shoulder (Woo)
I might flirt with a chicken, give her the wrong number (Mm)
I dropped the top of the year, it's gon' be a cold summer (Cold)
I dropped the top of the coupe, it look like a roadrunner
I grab my own dick, like, let me hold somethin'
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era (Uh)
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era (Hey)
Fly exotic, diabolic, the psychologic
Cypher solid, rock jewels that's nice and brolic
Come from it, never stunted, keep it a hundred
Speak to the blunted, no sleep, deep in her stomach
Top billin', blew the spot, not through the ceilin'
Who not chillin'? See a whole lot in their feelings
One million, two million, three million, four
Five million, six million, fuck it, want it all
Face off, hit the clutch, give it and take off (Vroom)
Cake off, 'cause I'm scared to let these invades 'cause
ASOS, widebody, no weight loss
Why try me? As high as I be is [?]
Fresh garments, penthouse, hidden apartments
Gettin' it constant, came up, mission accomplished
Two initials, too on point, too official
A too OG, I'm who'll get you
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
Stackin', st-st-stackin' plenty papers
Plenty, plenty papers
Plen-plen-plen-plen-plen-, plenty papers
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