In a sport car, f*cking up the tires yeah, (Yeah-yeah)
GT-R, it's JDM
The exhaust blowin' fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a different type of timing
Bitches on my dick, they say I'm handsome, Ryan Gosling
Only been a hour, how the f*ck you tired from the riding
If you ain't make the checkboard, I kick you out the roster
Shooters on my side, sidekick, just like Robin
Rick Kicks, with Semantic jeans, I ain't romantic yuh
Japanese hoe, she give me some brain that's out this planet, yeah
Smoking on exotic gas from LA, this shit planted yeah
All them rap imposters, I'm like, that's the boy that vented, yuh
If you lost my lighter, imma' beat you up then kick you out
Said you for the streets and tryna' come in, bitch you stayin' out
Ghost gun, I built this shit up at a Minecraft crafting table
All this underestimating, wait until I sign to a label
(Ouu)
I swear that the money solved the issues
(Yeah)
Bullets go through bone, it passed the tissue
Who's that fine ass bitch in Ricky shoes?
Uniforms in Saks-5th, like you can just go pick and choose
Balenciaga Track Runner, yellow, just like Pikachu
Ain't no point to bite the curb when we step out in big boots
In this life you live and learn but I'm still sticking to my roots
I've been glowing up, these hoes they look at me like
(Is that even? Hold on, Is that even the same dude?)
(What happened to his looks?)
(Oh that boy got money now, oh he ain't even wearing them raggedy clothes no more)
Oh yeah
In a sport car, f*cking up the tires yeah, (Yeah-yeah)
GT-R, it's JDM
The exhaust blowin' fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a different type of timing
Bitches on my dick, they say I'm handsome, Ryan Gosling
Only been a hour, how the f*ck you tired from the riding
If you ain't make the checkboard, I kick you out the roster
Shooters on my side, sidekick, just like Robin
Rick Kicks, with Semantic jeans, I ain't romantic yuh
Japanese hoe, she give me some brain that's out this planet, yeah
Smoking on exotic gas from LA, this shit planted yeah
All them rap imposters, I'm like that's the boy- Yeah
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ADN - JDM GT-R Lyrics
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In a sport car, f*cking up the tires yeah, (Yeah-yeah)
GT-R, it's JDM
The exhaust blowin' fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a different type of timing
Bitches on my dick, they say I'm handsome, Ryan Gosling
Only been a hour, how the f*ck you tired from the riding
If you ain't make the checkboard, I kick you out the roster
Shooters on my side, sidekick, just like Robin
Rick Kicks, with Semantic jeans, I ain't romantic yuh
Japanese hoe, she give me some brain that's out this planet, yeah
Smoking on exotic gas from LA, this shit planted yeah
All them rap imposters, I'm like, that's the boy that vented, yuh
If you lost my lighter, imma' beat you up then kick you out
Said you for the streets and tryna' come in, bitch you stayin' out
Ghost gun, I built this shit up at a Minecraft crafting table
All this underestimating, wait until I sign to a label
(Ouu)
I swear that the money solved the issues
(Yeah)
Bullets go through bone, it passed the tissue
Who's that fine ass bitch in Ricky shoes?
Uniforms in Saks-5th, like you can just go pick and choose
Balenciaga Track Runner, yellow, just like Pikachu
Ain't no point to bite the curb when we step out in big boots
In this life you live and learn but I'm still sticking to my roots
I've been glowing up, these hoes they look at me like
(Is that even? Hold on, Is that even the same dude?)
(What happened to his looks?)
(Oh that boy got money now, oh he ain't even wearing them raggedy clothes no more)
Oh yeah
In a sport car, f*cking up the tires yeah, (Yeah-yeah)
GT-R, it's JDM
The exhaust blowin' fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a different type of timing
Bitches on my dick, they say I'm handsome, Ryan Gosling
Only been a hour, how the f*ck you tired from the riding
If you ain't make the checkboard, I kick you out the roster
Shooters on my side, sidekick, just like Robin
Rick Kicks, with Semantic jeans, I ain't romantic yuh
Japanese hoe, she give me some brain that's out this planet, yeah
Smoking on exotic gas from LA, this shit planted yeah
All them rap imposters, I'm like that's the boy- Yeah
GT-R, it's JDM
The exhaust blowin' fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a different type of timing
Bitches on my dick, they say I'm handsome, Ryan Gosling
Only been a hour, how the f*ck you tired from the riding
If you ain't make the checkboard, I kick you out the roster
Shooters on my side, sidekick, just like Robin
Rick Kicks, with Semantic jeans, I ain't romantic yuh
Japanese hoe, she give me some brain that's out this planet, yeah
Smoking on exotic gas from LA, this shit planted yeah
All them rap imposters, I'm like, that's the boy that vented, yuh
If you lost my lighter, imma' beat you up then kick you out
Said you for the streets and tryna' come in, bitch you stayin' out
Ghost gun, I built this shit up at a Minecraft crafting table
All this underestimating, wait until I sign to a label
(Ouu)
I swear that the money solved the issues
(Yeah)
Bullets go through bone, it passed the tissue
Who's that fine ass bitch in Ricky shoes?
Uniforms in Saks-5th, like you can just go pick and choose
Balenciaga Track Runner, yellow, just like Pikachu
Ain't no point to bite the curb when we step out in big boots
In this life you live and learn but I'm still sticking to my roots
I've been glowing up, these hoes they look at me like
(Is that even? Hold on, Is that even the same dude?)
(What happened to his looks?)
(Oh that boy got money now, oh he ain't even wearing them raggedy clothes no more)
Oh yeah
In a sport car, f*cking up the tires yeah, (Yeah-yeah)
GT-R, it's JDM
The exhaust blowin' fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a different type of timing
Bitches on my dick, they say I'm handsome, Ryan Gosling
Only been a hour, how the f*ck you tired from the riding
If you ain't make the checkboard, I kick you out the roster
Shooters on my side, sidekick, just like Robin
Rick Kicks, with Semantic jeans, I ain't romantic yuh
Japanese hoe, she give me some brain that's out this planet, yeah
Smoking on exotic gas from LA, this shit planted yeah
All them rap imposters, I'm like that's the boy- Yeah
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