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DRIVE DUH BOAT

Jay Jetson & Classix The Writer•Офіційне аудіо (YouTube API)

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Oh, shit, yo, the spot jumpin', bro

Yo, ladies, yo, make sure y'all line up real quick

We about to run through with the bottles real quick

Mouths open and everything, remember that

Already know the vibes, nigga

Shit, Class and Jetson

You already know we the best ones

Oh, my God, it's Class and Jetson from the girls

Can I get a picture

Who you talking to, my nigga

No, bitch

Hell no

I'm the drunkest in the room every time we pull up

I just want the panties, girl, I'm honest as fuck

For the last four seasons, my team been eatin

with so much heat that the spot could erupt

Party at the crib like teenagers

Baggin' mommies in each flavor

They all wanna be neighbors

I live in BK, so you know I spread love

The rest of y'all niggas studyin' to be haters

Off my dick

Remember you ain't put me on your playlist

I'm back up in my telfy, nigga, I been patient

Now you mad it's your best friend's favorite

I know you miss all them leg vibrations

But I'd rather grab a mic and rock stages

Now it's time to make magic

My name got class, so I only want ratchets

All of them just be fiendin' to taste me

Tap in

I might give saweetie a baby

Goddamn

If you know, you know you can't blame me

Pretty redbone shortcut to wavy

My cadence beyond savin'

I'm clinically insane

Repeatin' the process of splittin' niggas' brains

You wish this a fling, I'll forever be the king

Cause I make shorty sing and you can't stop the rain

But fuck that

I'm off henny black lipstick on my chest

Guess where my dicks at

Oh, shit

Yeah, Jetson

I be the flyest in the room every time I pull up

The Ferragamo on my chest, make him slippin' it

And when the clubs splits down the middle like Moses with the staff

Your boy slide across the path and take a sip from my cup

I use the champagne for footwork, hen black for the light work

If she got a friend, I use the taylor for the night work

I put the Riz to your bitch like a vibrator

Catch her doin' loop de loops with her tongue like a lightsaver

Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved

She want her soul snatched like she laid up in the grave for Shang Tsung

South side, villain be bar none

Run circles round the bedroom like I hit the home run

These niggas angry, they can't stand

If they lover, been a fan of the Dapper Dan disciple

Sauce higher than the Eiffel

Pop shit like Orville Redenbacher with a rifle

Your new bitch is ready while your old bitch is spiteful

Spaceships be the champions walkin' round with the titles like

Mike and Muhammad swingin' bricks in the title fight

A Felicia in the room, well she might be a couple shots in

I'd do whoever for the night, please

Club on fire from the lights in the sky

And shorty lit up off the hulk

Now she takin' dick and bulk, not from me

She fiendin' for the team like a wet dream

Legs fallin' left and right from the bottle scheme

Rasta baddie lovin' on my locks like it's avatar

Big rays, chase shots, and a flash like I'm savitar

Me and Class hookin' shawties up for the sabotage

Three bitches each, watch me overdose on peach like

But this ass is keepin' me from goin' home

Shit, yeah, I'm so gone

But this ass is keepin' me from goin' home

Yo, Class, where you go

I thought I told you that we don't stop

And it's the G.O.A.T.S, baby, we on top

And it's the G.O.A.T.S

I thought i told you we had to dip

Like, come on, we gotta go

First of all, don't you ever tell me to wake up on record

Nigga, I know how to hold my liquor

Nigga, you dead passed out on the couch with, like, two bitches on top of you

Hey, why the fuck you got this mic so high, nigga

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DRIVE DUH BOAT

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