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Of Course Video (MV)




Performed By: Guap Tarantino
Featuring: Lil Uzi Vert
Length: 2:01
Written by: Symere Woods, Chauncey Davis




Guap Tarantino - Of Course Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert ]

Of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
(We global now)

Look, I'm off that Perky, that Perky, that Perky, of course
Drippin', splashin', swaggin', of course
She moanin' loud, voice done got hoarse
Drivin' the Porsche, came with a horse
Drivin' it fast like on a course
Clean it up like it's your chore
F*ckin' your bitch and we know it's your whore
I done killed myself, suicide doors
Niggas broke, they lookin' poor
Bitches stuck, it's on the floor
You know I'm walkin' right there through the door
I got a MAC on the floor
Draco, huh, came with a sword
All my opps stay in a morgue
I don't even play with these niggas no more (squad)
And my neck is still wet as the shore

Okay, racks, get it
Four, five freaks in the back with it
Magic ass in the Hellcat, hit it
Told her stop trippin', I'm high, just relax
'Fore I pass you to my mans
Like damn I had to change my plans tonight
Trappin', I'm gettin' them bands right
I told 'em I didn't need no hand
I got vibes lined up when I visit France
Spend couple racks and Amiri'd the pants
Geeked to the max, you can tell by the stance
I'm with Lil Uzi, we at it again
If we not locked in, stop callin' me twin, of course
We got them sticks like a band, of course
Jumped off that porch and I'd do it again
Now look, mama, I'm the man
I'm on them pills, I ain't talkin' 'bout Xans, of course

Look, I'm off that Perky, that Perky, that Perky, of course
Drippin', splashin', swaggin', of course
She moanin' loud, voice done got hoarse
Drivin' the Porsche, came with a horse
Drivin' it fast like on a course
Clean it up like it's your chore
F*ckin' your bitch and we know it's your whore
I done killed myself, suicide doors
Niggas broke, they lookin' poor
Bitches stuck, it's on the floor
You know I'm walkin' right there through the door
I got a MAC on the floor
Draco, huh, came with a sword
All my opps stay in a morgue
I don't even play with these niggas no more
And my neck is still wet as the shore
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Of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
Drivin' it, of course
(We global now)

Look, I'm off that Perky, that Perky, that Perky, of course
Drippin', splashin', swaggin', of course
She moanin' loud, voice done got hoarse
Drivin' the Porsche, came with a horse
Drivin' it fast like on a course
Clean it up like it's your chore
F*ckin' your bitch and we know it's your whore
I done killed myself, suicide doors
Niggas broke, they lookin' poor
Bitches stuck, it's on the floor
You know I'm walkin' right there through the door
I got a MAC on the floor
Draco, huh, came with a sword
All my opps stay in a morgue
I don't even play with these niggas no more (squad)
And my neck is still wet as the shore

Okay, racks, get it
Four, five freaks in the back with it
Magic ass in the Hellcat, hit it
Told her stop trippin', I'm high, just relax
'Fore I pass you to my mans
Like damn I had to change my plans tonight
Trappin', I'm gettin' them bands right
I told 'em I didn't need no hand
I got vibes lined up when I visit France
Spend couple racks and Amiri'd the pants
Geeked to the max, you can tell by the stance
I'm with Lil Uzi, we at it again
If we not locked in, stop callin' me twin, of course
We got them sticks like a band, of course
Jumped off that porch and I'd do it again
Now look, mama, I'm the man
I'm on them pills, I ain't talkin' 'bout Xans, of course

Look, I'm off that Perky, that Perky, that Perky, of course
Drippin', splashin', swaggin', of course
She moanin' loud, voice done got hoarse
Drivin' the Porsche, came with a horse
Drivin' it fast like on a course
Clean it up like it's your chore
F*ckin' your bitch and we know it's your whore
I done killed myself, suicide doors
Niggas broke, they lookin' poor
Bitches stuck, it's on the floor
You know I'm walkin' right there through the door
I got a MAC on the floor
Draco, huh, came with a sword
All my opps stay in a morgue
I don't even play with these niggas no more
And my neck is still wet as the shore
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Writer: Symere Woods, Chauncey Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico


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