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No Maserati (feat. Youoh) Video (MV)






Astronortt - No Maserati (feat. Youoh) Lyrics




I excel when I spread sheets
Cut her off she's a dead beat
Standing tall no athlete but I really ball like chief keef
Ain't no scoring past me
Dwayne Wade no Bradley
She want ride like taxi
Uber no maserati

I ain't really gotta flex
See me dripping no sweat
Carry gang upon my chest
Pushing weight I hold my set
Nike fleece and that's tech
Cutting cheques on my chef
I won't give you respect
Cause you don't get what I get

She just wanna go fast
No digital dash
I won't finance that
Need a house no flat
Need my p's in stacks
Need my hoes too thick
I can't ride with no slags
And I can't wife no bitch

Might lose the plot I'm at the bucket see my shot
I beat these beats but these beats is all I got
I tell them lonely when they ask about the top
Two seats and the bag was in her spot

Interjection
Lock off when my boys are in the section
No messing
Cross off if you try that interception
No flexing
Combusting with the combos like it's tekken
Finessing
Every line is punching leaving marks with first impressions
Money bags
Bodies snatched
Pile them up in bloody rags
These f*cking cats ain't feeling that
I know pain so heres the wrath
Add it up I'm aftermath
So take a note I'm different class

Wait

I want the bread with no filling
Custom Car reg with no ceiling
Broke ties and we cut loss
Knees tucked under glove box
Pedal down like we duck cops
Cough loud from the charred fumes
Box drowned from the monsoon
24 hits man it's long due

Cali with me when I calibrate
Animating like a anime
In my area I'm a candidate
Run it up like its calories
Break over no vending
For the take over that's pending
It's our year got it penned in
Can't take out no appendix
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I excel when I spread sheets
Cut her off she's a dead beat
Standing tall no athlete but I really ball like chief keef
Ain't no scoring past me
Dwayne Wade no Bradley
She want ride like taxi
Uber no maserati

I ain't really gotta flex
See me dripping no sweat
Carry gang upon my chest
Pushing weight I hold my set
Nike fleece and that's tech
Cutting cheques on my chef
I won't give you respect
Cause you don't get what I get

She just wanna go fast
No digital dash
I won't finance that
Need a house no flat
Need my p's in stacks
Need my hoes too thick
I can't ride with no slags
And I can't wife no bitch

Might lose the plot I'm at the bucket see my shot
I beat these beats but these beats is all I got
I tell them lonely when they ask about the top
Two seats and the bag was in her spot

Interjection
Lock off when my boys are in the section
No messing
Cross off if you try that interception
No flexing
Combusting with the combos like it's tekken
Finessing
Every line is punching leaving marks with first impressions
Money bags
Bodies snatched
Pile them up in bloody rags
These f*cking cats ain't feeling that
I know pain so heres the wrath
Add it up I'm aftermath
So take a note I'm different class

Wait

I want the bread with no filling
Custom Car reg with no ceiling
Broke ties and we cut loss
Knees tucked under glove box
Pedal down like we duck cops
Cough loud from the charred fumes
Box drowned from the monsoon
24 hits man it's long due

Cali with me when I calibrate
Animating like a anime
In my area I'm a candidate
Run it up like its calories
Break over no vending
For the take over that's pending
It's our year got it penned in
Can't take out no appendix
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Writer: Jack Orton, Kieran Norton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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