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ways - tesla lyrics

[ways]
yuh, put that tes on park
i’mma drive my car, like a f_ckin golf cart
runnin’ up them bands yuh, pockets fat like bart
b_tch i’m smokin’ on that gas bruh, n’ it smell like fart

talkin’ sh_t’ll go down, we pull up it’s war
yo b_tch pull up to my crib, she said she want tar
smokin’ on that gas pack, my bro poured a four
i been ballin’ like i’m curry, i been on dat court

ion want that hoe, ion want that b_tch
i’m for the show, it’s to the clique
i’mma get dat guap, i’mma get dat sh_t
i’m f_ckin’ on ya muhf_ckin hoe she want, on that d_ck

[zootzie]
smokin my gas and u k.o, [?] see em
we swerving sh_t you ain’t try, boy u can’t keep up
i flex these bands up in your face, u can’t believe now
the b_tches seeing all these n_ggas tryna be us

keep extended clips…
cause i’m staying shining…told i need a 5 man
you peepin’ on the goat man, i passed the eye test
used to not have sh_t, now i swear im the fastest
[ways]
yuh, put that tes’ on park
i’mma drive my car, like a f_ckin’ golf cart
runnin’ up them bands yuh, pockets fat like bart
b_tch i’m smokin’ on that gas bruh, n’ it smell like fart
talkin’ sh_t’ll go down, we pull up it’s war
yo b_tch pull up to my crib, she said she want tar

yuh, put that tes’ on park

- ways

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