Can you look me in the face and tell me that you don't love me anymore
Get the f*ck out of my car
Get the f*ck out of my car
She sing my songs, she my Coachella
Shit get dangerous
I fill her head with lies but it get better
Stop this nonsense
I flip my wrist, got brown seats for my leather
Nah they can't stop us
Pop shots inside a limousine, whenever nigga
Getting it on with her bestie
That bitch be fine, she mighty fine
I hit that bitch but from behind
You talking crazy, we gon' slide
What the f*ck
Looking at these niggas, I be walking with the clutch
I just upped the JanSport
Pull up on they block
Yeah, you can't get inside but I be gettin' in
Full spend that money come around
Two cents became a million
Heart hurts and it been a couple years
Sip drink, deep cave in the medicine
Fighting demons better come with a better man
Swear to God, I'ma give you a letter man
Lean up in her wine glass, call her holy grail
Bad broad, with some good ass uh
That's my holy hell
Hang with a south side chick wanna hang with a kid
And I swear she be doing the most
They be hating me constantly
Smokin' Bobby Marley, yeah
She sing my songs, she my Coachella
Shit get dangerous
I fill her head with lies but it get better
Stop this nonsense
I flip my wrist, got brown seats for my leather
Nah they can't stop us
Pop shots inside a limousine, whenever nigga
J Brown - LIMOUSINE Lyrics
J Brown - LIMOUSINE Lyrics
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Can you look me in the face and tell me that you don't love me anymore
Get the f*ck out of my car
Get the f*ck out of my car
She sing my songs, she my Coachella
Shit get dangerous
I fill her head with lies but it get better
Stop this nonsense
I flip my wrist, got brown seats for my leather
Nah they can't stop us
Pop shots inside a limousine, whenever nigga
Getting it on with her bestie
That bitch be fine, she mighty fine
I hit that bitch but from behind
You talking crazy, we gon' slide
What the f*ck
Looking at these niggas, I be walking with the clutch
I just upped the JanSport
Pull up on they block
Yeah, you can't get inside but I be gettin' in
Full spend that money come around
Two cents became a million
Heart hurts and it been a couple years
Sip drink, deep cave in the medicine
Fighting demons better come with a better man
Swear to God, I'ma give you a letter man
Lean up in her wine glass, call her holy grail
Bad broad, with some good ass uh
That's my holy hell
Hang with a south side chick wanna hang with a kid
And I swear she be doing the most
They be hating me constantly
Smokin' Bobby Marley, yeah
She sing my songs, she my Coachella
Shit get dangerous
I fill her head with lies but it get better
Stop this nonsense
I flip my wrist, got brown seats for my leather
Nah they can't stop us
Pop shots inside a limousine, whenever nigga
Get the f*ck out of my car
Get the f*ck out of my car
She sing my songs, she my Coachella
Shit get dangerous
I fill her head with lies but it get better
Stop this nonsense
I flip my wrist, got brown seats for my leather
Nah they can't stop us
Pop shots inside a limousine, whenever nigga
Getting it on with her bestie
That bitch be fine, she mighty fine
I hit that bitch but from behind
You talking crazy, we gon' slide
What the f*ck
Looking at these niggas, I be walking with the clutch
I just upped the JanSport
Pull up on they block
Yeah, you can't get inside but I be gettin' in
Full spend that money come around
Two cents became a million
Heart hurts and it been a couple years
Sip drink, deep cave in the medicine
Fighting demons better come with a better man
Swear to God, I'ma give you a letter man
Lean up in her wine glass, call her holy grail
Bad broad, with some good ass uh
That's my holy hell
Hang with a south side chick wanna hang with a kid
And I swear she be doing the most
They be hating me constantly
Smokin' Bobby Marley, yeah
She sing my songs, she my Coachella
Shit get dangerous
I fill her head with lies but it get better
Stop this nonsense
I flip my wrist, got brown seats for my leather
Nah they can't stop us
Pop shots inside a limousine, whenever nigga
Writer: Joshua Montoya
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