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• Artiste: Token (Rap)
• Titre: Jeep
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I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys Tryna get a piece of the high life They don't love me, but they have a need So do we, it's a penalty of the high life I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life) I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life) Ayy Backpack full but I gave it to my bro And the girl under my arm is mad 'cause the car full I was 17 when they were calling me a Shady wannabe It's funny 'cause I grew up stealing from Marshalls Woke up on the couch, no cash in my house Terror Reid, can you see where the cash went? (Not sure) I was in a Jeep, I had a bottle next to me, and it was yelling at me in the French accent (Bonjour) Black on the T, black on the jeans Passionately, bend back like a crash on the street Freak accident, Token a accident freak T used to be a Chopper, then he passed NLE Twenty racks my fee Obviously too cheap, I get checks with the best Broke up with a Barbie, and now I call her Charli They all turn brat when my ex see my ex in the jeep, bitch I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys Tryna get a piece of the high life They don't love me, but they have a need So do we, it's a penalty of the high life I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life) I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life) Ayy, shit, ayy, bitch, ayy Young Toke called, said, "Reid, I need a feat," I told him, "Big bet, yo, gimme 'bout a week," Sicker than the cold, I'ma stab that beat And I make your hoes weep 'cause I stomp when I speak The catacomb crook, neighborhood Adderall hook One look had 'em all shook The brand with the blade in the book The chef and the cook raise up and your soul gettin' took Holdin' up in that jeep, slumpin' mat when we creep, deep in your set Couple of freaks, and they cheap Showing 'em all what they need, the lyrical vet Terror and Token, your soul gon' get broken We throwin' they ass in the bin Heavyweight horror, I got somethin' for her And all of her friends, never gon' see me again I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys Tryna get a piece of the high life They don't love me, but they have a need So do we, it's a penalty of the high life I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life) I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life) Now before all that change, the-the label name, that's the stupid name "Never Too Different"? I'ma tell you something, you can't be You're too different, nig—, you're too different Bring it back down, bro