Tarantino

(BrentRambo) Only one credit at the end 'cause I did this shit by myself She jealous that Promethazine was my first love, I can't help, uh Codeine never get the best of me and I swim in it like Phelps Just left Saks, I'm a Glory Boy, mismatch designer, no belt Bitch gon' do what she do and I'm cool with it Fast car, it's American-made, but this the one with the cooling kit Label can't make no niggas slaves as long as we recoup this shit I'ma pull up, boy, I'm still legit Just can't go with them pigs again, uh I'm crying on my knees, I know I won't sin again Ain't no part of my life cheap, that's just me and them hoes again Something 'bout foreigns on South Beach just make me hate normal shit Dress code, tell us to wear formal shit, we don't even know what formal is I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get I like most of the foreign whips, older, I might get bored of it Tune her like my race track, know you gon' call my phone again I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get Ayy, I'm just born to get it I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get Only one credit at the end 'cause I did this shit by myself Hmm-hmm --- Tarantino - Lucki