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The Matches Drive

Drive, drive, drive, d-d-drive, drive, drive Driving fast to impress or not Words just slip or trip over over lips Car drive west (car drive west) Sex

You see the realest rapper alive you niggas live through me BIATCH! [Hook x2] [Verse 2:] Ugh! Gas no surpass now I'm outlasting em Damn your favorite rapper he's no match

fucks you. She's a little too much, for most guys But she's met her match, when I look in her eyes. She's the best dressed princess. Lips pressed into mine. She'll drive

ill get cha I work that , that merk that jus the way u like it baby I turn a quicky into a all nighter maybe The sex drive that match my sex drive and

by now, you probably heard of me fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy you match

I'll get ya I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then

just because I'm doin' better than them I tried the right way, but they kept ignorin' me Saw opportunity, and I went for it, G! It was smooth and the feds couldn't match

Tryin' to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitches Still gettin' dough, still gettin' hated on the low Still doin' sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydro Drive

Cadillac through Purvis. Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto. Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow