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Pardon our Embassy (Commercials) (feat. LexOnGod) Video (MV)






Alex Devoe - Pardon our Embassy (Commercials) (feat. LexOnGod) Lyrics




I need bad bitches nigga
I need lambos
I need pateks
I need gold everything
I need hotel rooms in the sky nigga
I need it all
It's 2020 man we here
TDT on the way
I need gold everything
Platinum chains all that
I need recognition for the...
Yo yo yo yo yo yo it's bouta come on
Look look look
Check it out look

Turned that quarter to my mil
I gotta do the most
Made that flip call me Houdini Devoe
Said that you was with it that's on bro bro bro
Just might x-men out cuz you went rogue rogue rogue
Since like ye-high
I've been state wide
I'm on game time
Benjis be my baewatch
She was playing with the kid now I get dumb checks now
You got checked and I got checks I think I just checked out
Got my cheers
Still ain't never drop these fears
They might try to cut me off
Popped up now they switching gears
Damn I do the most
Celebrate let's all make a toast

I know
Lord I light my woes
Heart it be on froze
Shine on see that glow
Try to keep me low low low

I'm on go
You on go
We could go
Blow the steaks
Grow the cake
Go some mo

Know they hate to see me shine
Got it on me they blind
This little light of mine
I gotta hit that dro dro dro

I'm on go
You on go
We could go
Blow the steaks
Get it straight
Let em know
Let em know

I was born to rock
Strung these bands was on the clock
You was born to
Flock I made that order
Clocked out know there's more
Lil nigga no can't put me on
Popped rozay cuz I've been a boss
Been that plug lemme put you on
Switched my lane stayed out the way
You ain't got answers looking like Sway
You throw shade like Cartier
Now you f*cking up my frame
She want dick I hit her post
She might die from just the taste
And I make her curl her toes
Shit I might just f*ck up her lace
Fam I keep that straight
Gang I keep them straight
My bitch know she straight
F*ck it up scrape that plate
Sharpe like this one take
Brought them bands know the banks I break
F*ck that we don't take breaks
She don't want beef cuz that's our steak
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I need bad bitches nigga
I need lambos
I need pateks
I need gold everything
I need hotel rooms in the sky nigga
I need it all
It's 2020 man we here
TDT on the way
I need gold everything
Platinum chains all that
I need recognition for the...
Yo yo yo yo yo yo it's bouta come on
Look look look
Check it out look

Turned that quarter to my mil
I gotta do the most
Made that flip call me Houdini Devoe
Said that you was with it that's on bro bro bro
Just might x-men out cuz you went rogue rogue rogue
Since like ye-high
I've been state wide
I'm on game time
Benjis be my baewatch
She was playing with the kid now I get dumb checks now
You got checked and I got checks I think I just checked out
Got my cheers
Still ain't never drop these fears
They might try to cut me off
Popped up now they switching gears
Damn I do the most
Celebrate let's all make a toast

I know
Lord I light my woes
Heart it be on froze
Shine on see that glow
Try to keep me low low low

I'm on go
You on go
We could go
Blow the steaks
Grow the cake
Go some mo

Know they hate to see me shine
Got it on me they blind
This little light of mine
I gotta hit that dro dro dro

I'm on go
You on go
We could go
Blow the steaks
Get it straight
Let em know
Let em know

I was born to rock
Strung these bands was on the clock
You was born to
Flock I made that order
Clocked out know there's more
Lil nigga no can't put me on
Popped rozay cuz I've been a boss
Been that plug lemme put you on
Switched my lane stayed out the way
You ain't got answers looking like Sway
You throw shade like Cartier
Now you f*cking up my frame
She want dick I hit her post
She might die from just the taste
And I make her curl her toes
Shit I might just f*ck up her lace
Fam I keep that straight
Gang I keep them straight
My bitch know she straight
F*ck it up scrape that plate
Sharpe like this one take
Brought them bands know the banks I break
F*ck that we don't take breaks
She don't want beef cuz that's our steak
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Writer: Alex Duvivier, Alexander Gyau
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