Thomas Burgundy - 700 HORSEPOWER

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[intro] Yeah Keep the... Keep the fuck up 150 on the... [verse 1: thomas burgundy] 150 on the dashboard What the fuck you think this cash for? I was penny pinching in the past, but You don't wanna see me hit that fast forward Now i'm whippin' in that black beauty Everything i'm putting out there coming back to me And the stallion is galloping You can't see me And these boots were made for kickin' all that ass baby Now i'm hotter than a bloody west coast summer Ain't my fault i'm the one that she chose brother Her favorite color burgundy, but i don't love her Now the whip smell like sativa and cocoa butter Shit i'm nothing like you niggas let me make that shit crystal Cuban link chain from the motherfucking thrift store Now that i'm eating, they switch up But i'm petty, all y'all niggas on my list [hook: thomas burgundy] I ain't getting no sleep Too much chicken outside 700 horses deep Tell me do you wanna ride? You can blame it on me Or you could blame it on god Pass the plate when i preach, preach, preach Horsepower go screech, screech, screech [verse 2: thomas burgundy] Do what i did, if you done it I double-dog-dare you to do it again Move how i'm moving, on mommas I might make a movie with you and your friends I want it, i get it, i gotta go get it I promise i'll get it, like damn But a lot of you niggas is fraudulent with it That counterfeit shit is a sin You should go repent Talkin' all that player shit but you rode the bench Photogenic motion, niggas posing for the 'gram Puerto rican shorty said she love me (mm, mm, mm) She be lying through her teeth with them gold gems No sweat, no keith, no slow jams Only betting on me, i don't know them Whippin' in this noble steed like i stole it Life sweeter than cody's, but [hook: thomas burgundy] I ain't getting no sleep Too much chicken outside 700 horses deep Tell me do you wanna ride? You can blame it on me Or you could blame it on god Pass the plate when i preach, preach, preach Horsepower go screech, screech, screech [verse 3: inkdrippin] Zoom, zoom, zoom (get up out my way) Boom boom room (call me sugar ray) Ball so hard i need endorsements Lamb truck, but it got a whole lotta horses I don't know why they tryna move like me ('cause they can't) Nigga representing for the 909 So best believe that im'ma keep it p You could blame god that i was built like this It's been a long time that i felt like this From the lingo to the fashion, know i'm different Baby showing off her body, all you see is inkdrippin Not my fault that i am who you wanna be Ant-man to the basket, ain't nobody stopping me Ink they said they need you on the throne (fasho) Money steady blowin' up my phone (we on) I been really getting to the chicken Lotta chicken soup Had them horses ever since a youngin Now they in the coupe Always changing lodgings But i always been about the loot Baby tryna shoot her shot But she ain't know i'm bullet proof Life sweet, suited up, mr. moseby But ain't shit sweet when i roll with the poley Don't approach me, please do not bro me You is not the homie, nigga you don't know me Say what you mean, i don't do the subliminals Smooth like a criminal, groove with the digital I'm bout the green, i ain't cool with the minimum Tea with the cinnamon, these niggas really bums I don't see no competition I am what the game is missing Niggas say they player But don't even be in no position I don't talk a lot You know i'm working, way these diamonds glisten I don't talk a lot But when i do, you know they gonna listen Boss shit, you lookin' at a ceo Check the schedule, i ain't got no time for greedy hoes While these niggas counting sheep, i be counting o's Lone wolf, hella hungry, feel like eating goats Feel like eating goats Huh Lone wolf, hella hungry, feel like eating goats Back on my high horse, now i'm getting ghost E-i-e-i fuckin o, o, o
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