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Performed By: Ryan-Alan
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Ryan Spencer




Ryan-Alan - Possible Lyrics




My main bitch a centerfold
Tote a baby 380 and a throwaway
Got A1 credit and a tunnel throat
Keep a golden tan and a glowin face
I get my way and I don't persuade
She love a boss nigga wit some gold in the safe
I ice shorty up she be frozen for days
I got a home like a maze
I'm a star center stage
My celly on ring
I be dipped in Margiela on scene
Know I love a freaky ting in Celine
Like it when I rub the bean in the Beam
I don't get emotional
Cuz I know I got it
Sippin something got me throwed
She be sniffin narcotics

And we wash away our sins with the Veuve
Don't dead my vibe
Hit the lights, don't kill the mood
I gotta be honest
Never had it like this, I promise

I never thought it possible
Thought it
Thought it
I never thought it possible
Now I got it
Poppin
I never thought it possible
I never thought it possible

Now picture this
Bands standin 6 foot 6
Hittin gas when I flick my bic
All the baddies tryna kiss my dick
Rockstar shit
Iron Maiden on my hip
1942 when I sip
Shorty what you gon do for that trip?
I'm a skinny jean wearer
Golden wrist bearer
From the '89 Era
Drug money, terror
See it was in the cards like Tarot
Sag shit, archer with the arrow
Had the Beretta 8 shots in the barrel
Got knocked by the cops
Made it narrow

Now I wash away my sins with the Veuve
Don't dead my vibe
Hit the lights, don't kill the mood
I gotta be honest
Never had it like this, I promise

I never thought it possible
Thought it
Thought it
I never thought it possible
Now I got it
Poppin
I never thought it possible
I never thought it possible
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My main bitch a centerfold
Tote a baby 380 and a throwaway
Got A1 credit and a tunnel throat
Keep a golden tan and a glowin face
I get my way and I don't persuade
She love a boss nigga wit some gold in the safe
I ice shorty up she be frozen for days
I got a home like a maze
I'm a star center stage
My celly on ring
I be dipped in Margiela on scene
Know I love a freaky ting in Celine
Like it when I rub the bean in the Beam
I don't get emotional
Cuz I know I got it
Sippin something got me throwed
She be sniffin narcotics

And we wash away our sins with the Veuve
Don't dead my vibe
Hit the lights, don't kill the mood
I gotta be honest
Never had it like this, I promise

I never thought it possible
Thought it
Thought it
I never thought it possible
Now I got it
Poppin
I never thought it possible
I never thought it possible

Now picture this
Bands standin 6 foot 6
Hittin gas when I flick my bic
All the baddies tryna kiss my dick
Rockstar shit
Iron Maiden on my hip
1942 when I sip
Shorty what you gon do for that trip?
I'm a skinny jean wearer
Golden wrist bearer
From the '89 Era
Drug money, terror
See it was in the cards like Tarot
Sag shit, archer with the arrow
Had the Beretta 8 shots in the barrel
Got knocked by the cops
Made it narrow

Now I wash away my sins with the Veuve
Don't dead my vibe
Hit the lights, don't kill the mood
I gotta be honest
Never had it like this, I promise

I never thought it possible
Thought it
Thought it
I never thought it possible
Now I got it
Poppin
I never thought it possible
I never thought it possible
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Writer: Ryan Spencer
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