Suave Toronto - Nineteen

Cars new, we don't even walk
Pussy good, tear that shit apart
I've been good, shit I don't know where to start
I'm out here, on the coastline swervin' foreigns
(Robin/Sorry)
Nigga don't talk to me, I'm 'bout this cash flow
I've been out here acting like an asshole
I made twenty thousand on Nabisco
Hunnid ways to get it, that's a handful
Oh shit, no way
Young nigga, gon' slay
Got paid, all day
Now the money in the way
"I8" it looks clean but is it fast though?
Bitch I flexed it, got my bitch to dress up
I can't sip no more, I'm about to pass out
My nigga went broke, he got his mask out
I need me the love like I'm dead now
I'm not sorry, all the shit I said, wow

Written by:
J R, J Robertson

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