I gotta catch up
Make me some racks and stuff
Turn on the Acura
Used to drive it for action stuff
Sheet in the sand gotta pack it up
Long day of sun the hood acting up
Sounds of a gun it's like 4th of July
Touching my hand made the oracle cry
She said I see you in ports of Dubai
But also in court and for what don't know why
Cuz I'm low that the psychic can't even predict it
Packs dangled over me is not Lipton
Can't have a dog by me wimping
My eyes on the table no sniffing
It's August I'm thinking bout Christmas
Drake senses must be tingling
Pinger number bring my tings in
Nineteen had my timbs on
Bitches saving me with they crimson chins
Cuz they selling they mouth
The monster that came out of my mothers house
Only had love for the queen of the south
Women on tv
My mixtape was C.C.
Got sent out to the streets
Not industry
I been a G
Since I played ball for the pee wees
Ima be
Real brief
You got ass in your corner
Rakishi
I got 6 clip
You could keep 3
This ain't Georgia my plate is not peachy
Its not rosy
You can't hold me
Down
Don't got a Manolo or Chi Chi
Right now my name is not on Wiki
Still a no-one I blow at you squeaky
Where I'm from they kill talent like Reeski
Get a gun cuz you prolly can't beat me
If it's on, only one time you meet me
Do my job disappear, Mr. Meeseeks
What I seek
Its a prize keep
Everytime I wake up it reminds me
I gotta mission like Jason Bourne
Quiet wars save the drums and horns
Save the oohs and ahhs, hold all applause
When I make it home make sure the hugs is warm
Cold War is like a Russian storm
Lies we taught got me f*cking torn
Did my re-up at a brunch for four
It's just a double date with another boss
Keep respect or get a puzzled jaw Separate your gums get the shoe restored
Calmly walking through the corridors Playing commodores this what I do it for
Khons - The Commodore Lyrics
Khons - The Commodore Lyrics
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I gotta catch up
Make me some racks and stuff
Turn on the Acura
Used to drive it for action stuff
Sheet in the sand gotta pack it up
Long day of sun the hood acting up
Sounds of a gun it's like 4th of July
Touching my hand made the oracle cry
She said I see you in ports of Dubai
But also in court and for what don't know why
Cuz I'm low that the psychic can't even predict it
Packs dangled over me is not Lipton
Can't have a dog by me wimping
My eyes on the table no sniffing
It's August I'm thinking bout Christmas
Drake senses must be tingling
Pinger number bring my tings in
Nineteen had my timbs on
Bitches saving me with they crimson chins
Cuz they selling they mouth
The monster that came out of my mothers house
Only had love for the queen of the south
Women on tv
My mixtape was C.C.
Got sent out to the streets
Not industry
I been a G
Since I played ball for the pee wees
Ima be
Real brief
You got ass in your corner
Rakishi
I got 6 clip
You could keep 3
This ain't Georgia my plate is not peachy
Its not rosy
You can't hold me
Down
Don't got a Manolo or Chi Chi
Right now my name is not on Wiki
Still a no-one I blow at you squeaky
Where I'm from they kill talent like Reeski
Get a gun cuz you prolly can't beat me
If it's on, only one time you meet me
Do my job disappear, Mr. Meeseeks
What I seek
Its a prize keep
Everytime I wake up it reminds me
I gotta mission like Jason Bourne
Quiet wars save the drums and horns
Save the oohs and ahhs, hold all applause
When I make it home make sure the hugs is warm
Cold War is like a Russian storm
Lies we taught got me f*cking torn
Did my re-up at a brunch for four
It's just a double date with another boss
Keep respect or get a puzzled jaw Separate your gums get the shoe restored
Calmly walking through the corridors Playing commodores this what I do it for
Make me some racks and stuff
Turn on the Acura
Used to drive it for action stuff
Sheet in the sand gotta pack it up
Long day of sun the hood acting up
Sounds of a gun it's like 4th of July
Touching my hand made the oracle cry
She said I see you in ports of Dubai
But also in court and for what don't know why
Cuz I'm low that the psychic can't even predict it
Packs dangled over me is not Lipton
Can't have a dog by me wimping
My eyes on the table no sniffing
It's August I'm thinking bout Christmas
Drake senses must be tingling
Pinger number bring my tings in
Nineteen had my timbs on
Bitches saving me with they crimson chins
Cuz they selling they mouth
The monster that came out of my mothers house
Only had love for the queen of the south
Women on tv
My mixtape was C.C.
Got sent out to the streets
Not industry
I been a G
Since I played ball for the pee wees
Ima be
Real brief
You got ass in your corner
Rakishi
I got 6 clip
You could keep 3
This ain't Georgia my plate is not peachy
Its not rosy
You can't hold me
Down
Don't got a Manolo or Chi Chi
Right now my name is not on Wiki
Still a no-one I blow at you squeaky
Where I'm from they kill talent like Reeski
Get a gun cuz you prolly can't beat me
If it's on, only one time you meet me
Do my job disappear, Mr. Meeseeks
What I seek
Its a prize keep
Everytime I wake up it reminds me
I gotta mission like Jason Bourne
Quiet wars save the drums and horns
Save the oohs and ahhs, hold all applause
When I make it home make sure the hugs is warm
Cold War is like a Russian storm
Lies we taught got me f*cking torn
Did my re-up at a brunch for four
It's just a double date with another boss
Keep respect or get a puzzled jaw Separate your gums get the shoe restored
Calmly walking through the corridors Playing commodores this what I do it for
Writer: Khristian Rivera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid