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Suave AR - V8 Lyrics



Suave AR - V8 Lyrics




I gotta get my juice call me v8
Its time kick no Fifa call me ea
We runnin up digits no matter the case
Red car go fast Tay K do the race
Money go long like the number pi
Want me to end I won't ever die
I got vans on my feet call them sneakers
When they talking out they neck but they peeking through the bleachers

I gotta get my stick no wood
I do my dance Lil Keed no hood
Put it in a box man I'm feeling pretty good
Haters talking out they neck but they listen as they should
I am the stuff need a diaper, uh
Your girl up on me think I like her, huh
Shooting my threes think I'm a physic, yuh
They liking my music want features, yes
In a new direction like gps
If they talk stuff watch me beat, beat, aye
Your number flop like gpa
Only one life no gta
She ask for a pic when she see me, aye
A couple enemies
Ain't stuff to me
Cross in my path and they got a red T
Got bad girl she wearing brandy
She got a diamond ring she my main B
Suave gotta flow say I'm crazy
Throw a stack of cash and it's raining
They know I never lack can't tame me
I'm addicted to the grind
I got checks on my mind
I won't stop this my time
I go up and I rhyme
This aint a game no delay

I gotta get my juice call me v8
Its time kick no Fifa call me ea
We runnin up digits no matter the case
Red car go fast Tay K do the race
Money go long like the number pi
Want me to end I won't ever die
I got vans on my feet call them sneakers
When they talking out they neck but they peeking through the bleache
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I gotta get my juice call me v8
Its time kick no Fifa call me ea
We runnin up digits no matter the case
Red car go fast Tay K do the race
Money go long like the number pi
Want me to end I won't ever die
I got vans on my feet call them sneakers
When they talking out they neck but they peeking through the bleachers

I gotta get my stick no wood
I do my dance Lil Keed no hood
Put it in a box man I'm feeling pretty good
Haters talking out they neck but they listen as they should
I am the stuff need a diaper, uh
Your girl up on me think I like her, huh
Shooting my threes think I'm a physic, yuh
They liking my music want features, yes
In a new direction like gps
If they talk stuff watch me beat, beat, aye
Your number flop like gpa
Only one life no gta
She ask for a pic when she see me, aye
A couple enemies
Ain't stuff to me
Cross in my path and they got a red T
Got bad girl she wearing brandy
She got a diamond ring she my main B
Suave gotta flow say I'm crazy
Throw a stack of cash and it's raining
They know I never lack can't tame me
I'm addicted to the grind
I got checks on my mind
I won't stop this my time
I go up and I rhyme
This aint a game no delay

I gotta get my juice call me v8
Its time kick no Fifa call me ea
We runnin up digits no matter the case
Red car go fast Tay K do the race
Money go long like the number pi
Want me to end I won't ever die
I got vans on my feet call them sneakers
When they talking out they neck but they peeking through the bleache
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Writer: Prince Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Suave AR
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Prince Miller

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