92 Explorer Post Malone

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[Intro]
Ooh-ooh, wow
Ahh, yeah-yeah (Wow)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
We got London on the track

[Verse 1]
Hunnid and twenty, come catch me
Forties inside of my belly
Shouldn't be drivin', I'm faded (Skrt, yeah)
Rock that Nirvana, my favorite
Damn, I forgot what her name is
She in the front seat, head-bangin' (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, money counter sound somethin' like a chopper, chopper (Chopper, chopper)
Speaker system bumpin', fuck your fuckin' block up (Fuck your block up)
Used to mock him, now it's custom Bentley mock-ups (Mock-ups)
Killer drop, a call from lockup
If you buy that Echo, why you lyin'? You broke
Got a nine in my tote, get you smoked like a stoge
Keep on ridin' my coat, your new shit is a joke
Why you bitin' my flows? What you tryna be, Post?
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'