toasty digital - I LOVE IT lyrics
[toasty digital - I LOVE IT lyrics]
Uh, I invented swag poppin' bottles
Puttin' supermodels in the cab proof
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert: Hublots
Or the big face Rollie, I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city
I maneuver slow cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes
Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?
Niggas talking real reckless stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
Now I’m 'bout to make them
Tuck their whole summer in
They say I’m crazy
But I’m 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled
Up in my othеr Benz
Last week I was in my other other Bеnz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we
In this bitch another 'gain
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way
I might murk ya
Flee in the G450, I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never going
To jail 0Sounds so soulful, don’t you agree?
Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems
Driving in the same car that
They killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that
They killed Pac in hands up
We just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us
Driving in the same car that
They killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that
They killed Pac in hands up
We just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cop
Find your dreams come true
"Ree, put your hands up, black boy, ahh!"
And I the cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
Puttin' supermodels in the cab proof
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert: Hublots
Or the big face Rollie, I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city
I maneuver slow cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes
Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?
Niggas talking real reckless stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
Now I’m 'bout to make them
Tuck their whole summer in
They say I’m crazy
But I’m 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled
Up in my othеr Benz
Last week I was in my other other Bеnz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we
In this bitch another 'gain
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way
I might murk ya
Flee in the G450, I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never going
To jail 0Sounds so soulful, don’t you agree?
Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems
Driving in the same car that
They killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that
They killed Pac in hands up
We just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us
Driving in the same car that
They killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that
They killed Pac in hands up
We just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cop
Find your dreams come true
"Ree, put your hands up, black boy, ahh!"
And I the cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid