Bitch call me Satan
You can tell by the way I'm dressed
Everyday I'm flexing
In my Purple R$X
This bitch I'm texting
I know that she looking for sex
But she aint gonna catch me
Cause I only f*ck with the best
Bitch call me Satan
You can tell by the way I'm dressed
Everyday I'm flexing
In my Purple R$X
This bitch I'm texting
I know that she looking for sex
But she aint gonna catch me
Bitch dont get me stressing
My emotions be perplexing
Just the notion of relaxing
Gives me the anxiety
I'm like f*ck society
Pain comes in variety
I'm working hard to
Make my own fantasy reality
Bitch I'm high as f*ck, I dont need the hit
I'm taking a puff just to keep it lit
Now I like my cars how I like my bitch
And that's them both being loud as shi-
I'm in a room that is full of impressive people
That's why I do not address you
I dont give a f*ck, no I do not confess
You went too far showing off but I'm still not impressed
Low as f*ck and hella fast
With that underglow
808's in the back
Yeah I let 'em know
Bitch I only race for cash
I dont f*ck with shows
Homie you wanna roll with me?
3, 2, 1 let's go!
I'm a bad motherf*cker
So just let me be
You're a dead motherf*cker
If you f*ck with me
Flashing my mirrors bitch
Dont you dare about it
Imma f*ck up your car man
I dont care about it!
My kick is shaking the door
Man I go hard
With the pedal to the floor
Man I go far
You drive just like my granny
You should just f*cking retire
The cost of your car
Is just the price of my tires!
When I'm cruising with my bros
Rolling back to back
I'm not looking for hoes
I dont wanna chat
You f*ck with him- he f*ck with you
I f*ck with that
I'll be in my home studio with UglyBat
Nav Stark - PURPLE RSX Lyrics
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Bitch call me Satan
You can tell by the way I'm dressed
Everyday I'm flexing
In my Purple R$X
This bitch I'm texting
I know that she looking for sex
But she aint gonna catch me
Cause I only f*ck with the best
Bitch call me Satan
You can tell by the way I'm dressed
Everyday I'm flexing
In my Purple R$X
This bitch I'm texting
I know that she looking for sex
But she aint gonna catch me
Bitch dont get me stressing
My emotions be perplexing
Just the notion of relaxing
Gives me the anxiety
I'm like f*ck society
Pain comes in variety
I'm working hard to
Make my own fantasy reality
Bitch I'm high as f*ck, I dont need the hit
I'm taking a puff just to keep it lit
Now I like my cars how I like my bitch
And that's them both being loud as shi-
I'm in a room that is full of impressive people
That's why I do not address you
I dont give a f*ck, no I do not confess
You went too far showing off but I'm still not impressed
Low as f*ck and hella fast
With that underglow
808's in the back
Yeah I let 'em know
Bitch I only race for cash
I dont f*ck with shows
Homie you wanna roll with me?
3, 2, 1 let's go!
I'm a bad motherf*cker
So just let me be
You're a dead motherf*cker
If you f*ck with me
Flashing my mirrors bitch
Dont you dare about it
Imma f*ck up your car man
I dont care about it!
My kick is shaking the door
Man I go hard
With the pedal to the floor
Man I go far
You drive just like my granny
You should just f*cking retire
The cost of your car
Is just the price of my tires!
When I'm cruising with my bros
Rolling back to back
I'm not looking for hoes
I dont wanna chat
You f*ck with him- he f*ck with you
I f*ck with that
I'll be in my home studio with UglyBat
You can tell by the way I'm dressed
Everyday I'm flexing
In my Purple R$X
This bitch I'm texting
I know that she looking for sex
But she aint gonna catch me
Cause I only f*ck with the best
Bitch call me Satan
You can tell by the way I'm dressed
Everyday I'm flexing
In my Purple R$X
This bitch I'm texting
I know that she looking for sex
But she aint gonna catch me
Bitch dont get me stressing
My emotions be perplexing
Just the notion of relaxing
Gives me the anxiety
I'm like f*ck society
Pain comes in variety
I'm working hard to
Make my own fantasy reality
Bitch I'm high as f*ck, I dont need the hit
I'm taking a puff just to keep it lit
Now I like my cars how I like my bitch
And that's them both being loud as shi-
I'm in a room that is full of impressive people
That's why I do not address you
I dont give a f*ck, no I do not confess
You went too far showing off but I'm still not impressed
Low as f*ck and hella fast
With that underglow
808's in the back
Yeah I let 'em know
Bitch I only race for cash
I dont f*ck with shows
Homie you wanna roll with me?
3, 2, 1 let's go!
I'm a bad motherf*cker
So just let me be
You're a dead motherf*cker
If you f*ck with me
Flashing my mirrors bitch
Dont you dare about it
Imma f*ck up your car man
I dont care about it!
My kick is shaking the door
Man I go hard
With the pedal to the floor
Man I go far
You drive just like my granny
You should just f*cking retire
The cost of your car
Is just the price of my tires!
When I'm cruising with my bros
Rolling back to back
I'm not looking for hoes
I dont wanna chat
You f*ck with him- he f*ck with you
I f*ck with that
I'll be in my home studio with UglyBat
Writer: Navinder Singh
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