Running just like Nike and they catching on my strides
Yes I got the juice don't be actin so surprised
I'm the only man that yo girl admires
And I'm on that gas we ain't on them flat tires
Ou
Hit that pedal and we going in
Accelerate and win
Cardi and some gin
You see me cheesing yes I grin
Ima do this how I win
Now I got them on the spin
Like we playing game of life
Ima need my own night
Ima need my own wife
And we f*ckin all night
Yea I'm nice and I'm clean
They want what's inside my jeans
Not the meat but the bread
How I woke up in my bed
It was bad times
Get up and it's go time
Hoes be hitting old lines
I'm checking back like no lie
There's way too much panic
This is outstanding
I cannot stand it
Why do y'all be cramming
It's just some toilet paper
Why trippin on some napkins
Yea I be lord Tokyo
Feast on the stance
Look at how I glow
Movin in my pants
That's Nike on the road
Baby wanna chance
I've given her before
Get up out my face
Don't wanna hear it
Get up out this place
And don't come near it
I don't like yo vibes
Can sense it in yo spirit
Yea you hella cursed
That's the worst
Type of a person
That be lurking
I be spitting till I die I'm not even f*ckin stopping
Take some pictures with some fakes
I put them out with cropping
And I got my pockets full
It's falling out like when you drool Ou
Running just like Nike and they catching on my strides
Yes I got the juice don't be actin so surprised
I'm the only man that yo girl admires
And I'm on that gas we ain't on them flat tires
Tokyo Rico - Nike Lyrics
Tokyo Rico - Nike Lyrics
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Running just like Nike and they catching on my strides
Yes I got the juice don't be actin so surprised
I'm the only man that yo girl admires
And I'm on that gas we ain't on them flat tires
Ou
Hit that pedal and we going in
Accelerate and win
Cardi and some gin
You see me cheesing yes I grin
Ima do this how I win
Now I got them on the spin
Like we playing game of life
Ima need my own night
Ima need my own wife
And we f*ckin all night
Yea I'm nice and I'm clean
They want what's inside my jeans
Not the meat but the bread
How I woke up in my bed
It was bad times
Get up and it's go time
Hoes be hitting old lines
I'm checking back like no lie
There's way too much panic
This is outstanding
I cannot stand it
Why do y'all be cramming
It's just some toilet paper
Why trippin on some napkins
Yea I be lord Tokyo
Feast on the stance
Look at how I glow
Movin in my pants
That's Nike on the road
Baby wanna chance
I've given her before
Get up out my face
Don't wanna hear it
Get up out this place
And don't come near it
I don't like yo vibes
Can sense it in yo spirit
Yea you hella cursed
That's the worst
Type of a person
That be lurking
I be spitting till I die I'm not even f*ckin stopping
Take some pictures with some fakes
I put them out with cropping
And I got my pockets full
It's falling out like when you drool Ou
Running just like Nike and they catching on my strides
Yes I got the juice don't be actin so surprised
I'm the only man that yo girl admires
And I'm on that gas we ain't on them flat tires
Yes I got the juice don't be actin so surprised
I'm the only man that yo girl admires
And I'm on that gas we ain't on them flat tires
Ou
Hit that pedal and we going in
Accelerate and win
Cardi and some gin
You see me cheesing yes I grin
Ima do this how I win
Now I got them on the spin
Like we playing game of life
Ima need my own night
Ima need my own wife
And we f*ckin all night
Yea I'm nice and I'm clean
They want what's inside my jeans
Not the meat but the bread
How I woke up in my bed
It was bad times
Get up and it's go time
Hoes be hitting old lines
I'm checking back like no lie
There's way too much panic
This is outstanding
I cannot stand it
Why do y'all be cramming
It's just some toilet paper
Why trippin on some napkins
Yea I be lord Tokyo
Feast on the stance
Look at how I glow
Movin in my pants
That's Nike on the road
Baby wanna chance
I've given her before
Get up out my face
Don't wanna hear it
Get up out this place
And don't come near it
I don't like yo vibes
Can sense it in yo spirit
Yea you hella cursed
That's the worst
Type of a person
That be lurking
I be spitting till I die I'm not even f*ckin stopping
Take some pictures with some fakes
I put them out with cropping
And I got my pockets full
It's falling out like when you drool Ou
Running just like Nike and they catching on my strides
Yes I got the juice don't be actin so surprised
I'm the only man that yo girl admires
And I'm on that gas we ain't on them flat tires
Writer: Rico Lightfoot
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