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Correct Carl Edwards Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Oliver Francis] Shawty with the French tips, screens in the headrests Pull up on the forgiatos, bitch, I'm on the guest list Ice creams, on gelato, Fiji water necklace I rock it like a model, that's to be expected Bleach blond hair, 'cause I'm wavier than a bitch I've been switchin' lanes, Carl Edwards with the whip I been makin' waves, you li'l boys just hangin' ten Bitch, I'm fuckin' paid, I just copped myself a Benz Ayy, baby, you like Khloe with the cake Bottle shots of Hennessy and OG to the face The way that I be flexin', you would think I'm liftin' weights Make your señorita shake like I'm Justin Timberlake, ayy Pull up in the drop top, lookin' too fly Baby girl, I'm no regular guy, ayy Know I got the weed rolled, we could get high Ayy, you fuckin' with a pro, baby, give this shit a try, ayy I woke up in Cali with a OZ of the mowie VVS all on me, with li'l shawty, doin' donuts in the Audi On the iPhone 8, yeah, I'm drippin' in the Bape Hit the blunt and levitate Outer space in the Wraith, yeah Strawberry lemonade, shawty with the Fendi shades Chillin' in the shade, Kelly Slater, way I rip a wave Money in the goyard, bitch, I'm so sharp Blowin' smoke on the asphalt like a Nascar, ooh They gon' switch up when you cop the Benz I fuck the check up just because I can And I don't want the pussy, shawty, I just want the head And girl, I'm sorry, I just think we better off as friends I flew out of CoMo, I touched down at LAX Totodile diamonds 'round my neck, ayy Yeah, I'ma make a mill by 26 I mixed the Thrasher hoodie with the Gucci slips Yeah [Verse 2: Big Baby] I remember bein' broke, shawty, but I ain't They say you fake it 'til you make it, baby, but I ain't I told my bitch to hold me down, I bought her everything She be like, "Baby, where you at?" I'm on the money train I got gorillas in the zoo, I'm sippin 80 proof We at Coachella with your boo, we smokin' on the boof I bought my bitch some new Margielas and some Jimmy Choos I put my name on everything, and that's just how I do Why everybody think you change when you start doin' you? I think my name was Mr. Wu, the way I shot my juice I think I got a wedding ring, I'm married to the loot And damn, I put that on my soul, I swear that be the truth I went from sleepin' on the floor to coolin' on a yacht I went from stealin' out the store to buyin' Gucci socks I told my mama I'ma make it, 'cause she all I got And I get everything I wanted This my only shot This my only shot
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