Shawty came from mexico drake - Pain 1993

Playboi Carti — Pain 1993 On this impressive single by Drake titled Pain 1993, Drake and Playboi Carti were able to do justice to it in a massive way..

Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre Ay Ay Niggas ain't gotta respect Niggas just gotta accept I put that top left I love my crodie to death Codeine Hype Williams, Lil' X If you don't say it direct Could give a fuck, ay, yeah, yeah I put some ice on her hand I let her take an advance Shit wasn't goin' as planned I put that shit in the van She gotta move with her friend Heard she went back to her man Give a fuck, ay I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin' tens Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I'm makin' friends I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront Okay If she's bringin' four friends, I know I'll hit at least one Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up Okay Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up Okay Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff Okay But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know Ay Beep, beep, beep Niggas ain't gotta respect Niggas just gotta accept 'Cept I put that top left Ay I love my crodie to death Codeine Hype Williams, Lil' X Beep If you don't say it direct Beep Could give a fuck, ay, yeah, yeah Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons Racks in my jeans, okay Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah Okay Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it My racks, yeah Every time I'm home, you know I whip the Bentley Yeah, yeah, yeah I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah Just threw these pills, uh Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked Shawty just pulled up But I only want top, yeah, for sure Only want top And I know I'm on top, but I want more Okay Remember I used to sleep on the floor With my, oh yeah Now every day I rock Christian Dior Okay, Dior, yeah Now every day I gotta pour me a four Lean, lean, lean, lean Now every day I gotta pour me a four Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay I spent a hundred K last night in New York Yeah, yeah I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored Okay, okay, yeah That Lam' truck got numbers on the board Okay, get it Yeah, she keep textin' my phone, I'ma ignore Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Ay Yeah Niggas ain't gotta respect Niggas just gotta accept I put that top left I love my crodie to death Codeine Hype Williams, Lil' X If you don't say it direct Could give a fuck Okay , ay, yeah, yeah.

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