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Tommy Cash - HORSE B4 PORSCHE Lyrics



Tommy Cash - HORSE B4 PORSCHE Lyrics
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I'm a G, I'm a G, straight from 2003
Creepy legs, in my sweats I got cocaine colored skin
Wearing fake Gucci, yeah I get it from the market
In my wallet, Euroz Dollaz Yeniz, full of f*cking бабки
Buy a horse before a Porsche, no one acts like me
I pop like acne, make you happy
Sneakers so clean like a fresh napkin
Original rude boy, white trash rockin'

Hell is around the corner, but you don't have to go
Your sin's been forgiven now (given now, given now, given now, given now)
Baby, your ass is like an onion, makes me wanna cry
Your booty is the prototype, oh my, oh my (oh my, oh my)
Now I ditch pussy like I'm bullets, man (bullets, bullets)
I got the girl at home, real woman is hard to find
But hoes come and go, go, but hoes come and go (come and go, come and go)
But hoes come and go, go, but hoes come and go (go, go)

I'm a G, I'm a G, straight from 2003
Creepy legs, in my sweats, I got cocaine colored skin
Wear fake Gucci, yeah I get it from the market
In my wallet, Euroz Dollaz Yeniz, full of f*cking бабки
Buy a horse before a Porsche, no one acts like me
I pop like acne, make you happy
Sneakers so clean like a fresh napkin
Original rude boy, white trash rockin'

I bought my grandma iPhone 66, cash, yeah
I got my girl all the freshest kicks, yeah
I bet my junk ass won't be fixed (won't be fixed), yeah
Piles of different shit for every damn week, boy
Every day we celebrate, world is mine to penetrate (penetrate)
Sweaty like I'm in a rave, party 'til I'm in a grave
Nothing ever be the same, I'm the winner of this game
No gain without the pain, no gain without the pain

I'm a G, I'm a G, straight from 2003
Creepy legs, in my sweats, I got cocaine colored skin
Wear fake Gucci, yeah I get it from the market
In my wallet, Euroz Dollaz Yeniz, full of f*cking бабки
Buy a horse before a Porsche, no one acts like me
I pop like acne, make you happy
Sneakers so clean like a fresh napkin
Original rude boy, white trash rockin'

White trash rockin'
White trash rockin'
White trash rockin'
White trash rockin'
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I'm a G, I'm a G, straight from 2003
Creepy legs, in my sweats I got cocaine colored skin
Wearing fake Gucci, yeah I get it from the market
In my wallet, Euroz Dollaz Yeniz, full of f*cking бабки
Buy a horse before a Porsche, no one acts like me
I pop like acne, make you happy
Sneakers so clean like a fresh napkin
Original rude boy, white trash rockin'

Hell is around the corner, but you don't have to go
Your sin's been forgiven now (given now, given now, given now, given now)
Baby, your ass is like an onion, makes me wanna cry
Your booty is the prototype, oh my, oh my (oh my, oh my)
Now I ditch pussy like I'm bullets, man (bullets, bullets)
I got the girl at home, real woman is hard to find
But hoes come and go, go, but hoes come and go (come and go, come and go)
But hoes come and go, go, but hoes come and go (go, go)

I'm a G, I'm a G, straight from 2003
Creepy legs, in my sweats, I got cocaine colored skin
Wear fake Gucci, yeah I get it from the market
In my wallet, Euroz Dollaz Yeniz, full of f*cking бабки
Buy a horse before a Porsche, no one acts like me
I pop like acne, make you happy
Sneakers so clean like a fresh napkin
Original rude boy, white trash rockin'

I bought my grandma iPhone 66, cash, yeah
I got my girl all the freshest kicks, yeah
I bet my junk ass won't be fixed (won't be fixed), yeah
Piles of different shit for every damn week, boy
Every day we celebrate, world is mine to penetrate (penetrate)
Sweaty like I'm in a rave, party 'til I'm in a grave
Nothing ever be the same, I'm the winner of this game
No gain without the pain, no gain without the pain

I'm a G, I'm a G, straight from 2003
Creepy legs, in my sweats, I got cocaine colored skin
Wear fake Gucci, yeah I get it from the market
In my wallet, Euroz Dollaz Yeniz, full of f*cking бабки
Buy a horse before a Porsche, no one acts like me
I pop like acne, make you happy
Sneakers so clean like a fresh napkin
Original rude boy, white trash rockin'

White trash rockin'
White trash rockin'
White trash rockin'
White trash rockin'
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Writer: Tomas Tammemets
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