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Cars & Clothes Video (MV)




Performed By: Taystemyjiggy
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Latashia Johnson




Taystemyjiggy - Cars & Clothes Lyrics
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I be up, all nighter
A writer and a fighter
Sometimes a lover too, but most times I'm in designer
Elevated thoughts and actions tend to take me higher
Sometimes I gotta take, to sometimes be that provider
Not good with those words, but she know just what she mean to me
Bro trapped in the jungle. I'm like, let's go change the scenery
Much rather see it up front when it come to thievery
But I know this game is dirty, so I keep a couple sleeze with me
I move calculated. Opps tryin' like it's easily
Got sweat, tear, and blood money, just to add a visa fee
24-7, they be cap like where your knees'll be You can stay outside ten years, we'll see where he'll be
I can't even take aim if you nowhere near my lane
Got nowhere near this pedigree, got nowhere near this flame
Had to fake it before I made it, see how honesty blocks shame
But y'all pussies never get it, y'all identify as lame
Pure pressure, I am concussion
Nephew on the phone cussin'
Auntie in the group chat tryin' to re-spark this family lovin'
Sister call my line buggin
Trauma, damn near died from it
Sought out the bread, became addicted, cause we all junky
Cars and clothes, keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to clean my soul
Cars and clothes, yall keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to please my soul
A snipe if she a bad one, also got battalions
A good guy that can really cook up shells like I'm Italian
Favorite class was math, so I like takin', I like addin'
But there's no better feelin' than me breakin' down that package
Prefer to keep one in the top, kinda like a fraction
Sometimes I'm in my bag, but every day I get a bag in
Tried to wake these niggas up when they wasn't active
Now these hoes wanna eat a nigga's soul like Kardashian
Tried to slide out, he need Jesus.
He sweet, they pop the Reese's
Heaven knew what he was missin', his body cold, no Keisha
Mexican plug told me, push that Senorita
And we been on goal a long time, I think it's FIFA
Cars and clothes, keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to clean my soul Cars and clothes, yall keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to please my soul
Cars and clothes, keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to clean my soul
Cars and clothes, yall keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to please my soul
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I be up, all nighter
A writer and a fighter
Sometimes a lover too, but most times I'm in designer
Elevated thoughts and actions tend to take me higher
Sometimes I gotta take, to sometimes be that provider
Not good with those words, but she know just what she mean to me
Bro trapped in the jungle. I'm like, let's go change the scenery
Much rather see it up front when it come to thievery
But I know this game is dirty, so I keep a couple sleeze with me
I move calculated. Opps tryin' like it's easily
Got sweat, tear, and blood money, just to add a visa fee
24-7, they be cap like where your knees'll be You can stay outside ten years, we'll see where he'll be
I can't even take aim if you nowhere near my lane
Got nowhere near this pedigree, got nowhere near this flame
Had to fake it before I made it, see how honesty blocks shame
But y'all pussies never get it, y'all identify as lame
Pure pressure, I am concussion
Nephew on the phone cussin'
Auntie in the group chat tryin' to re-spark this family lovin'
Sister call my line buggin
Trauma, damn near died from it
Sought out the bread, became addicted, cause we all junky
Cars and clothes, keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to clean my soul
Cars and clothes, yall keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to please my soul
A snipe if she a bad one, also got battalions
A good guy that can really cook up shells like I'm Italian
Favorite class was math, so I like takin', I like addin'
But there's no better feelin' than me breakin' down that package
Prefer to keep one in the top, kinda like a fraction
Sometimes I'm in my bag, but every day I get a bag in
Tried to wake these niggas up when they wasn't active
Now these hoes wanna eat a nigga's soul like Kardashian
Tried to slide out, he need Jesus.
He sweet, they pop the Reese's
Heaven knew what he was missin', his body cold, no Keisha
Mexican plug told me, push that Senorita
And we been on goal a long time, I think it's FIFA
Cars and clothes, keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to clean my soul Cars and clothes, yall keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to please my soul
Cars and clothes, keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to clean my soul
Cars and clothes, yall keep those goals
But it's like I need the money to please my soul
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Writer: Latashia Johnson
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