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One hunnit, Ayoleybeats, this go crazy You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher They say things about me, but they still all liars Trouble getting started but we still hot wired You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees I said, "Baby, tell me everything," you started spilling tea You're all mine, I don't wanna share you 2023 I'm coming to a city near you I took care of you when no one ever even cared to And I still have my eyes on you Right with my sidekick We can run forever, where you wanna go? Time in, put the time in, it's better we're together Baby, let 'em know You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher They say things about me, but they still all liars Trouble getting started but we still hot wired You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees I said, "Baby, tell me everything," you started spilling tea Sent a couple hundred to your Cash App I don't need you stressin' when you need to turn the gas cap Pictures of us in the summer, that's a flashback I'm your only fan, you don't need to flash that Girl, you know my toxic trait is that I'm too honest Hate when you get in your feelings 'bout a few comments Crossing Gucci in the studio with Top Ramen Paradise is waiting on us for a few commas Never switch up on me, you promised When your heart's heavy, girl, it weighs on my conscience Not sure if we'll make it, but the whole world wants it Hangin' out the window saying You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher They say things about me, but they still all liars Trouble getting started but we still hot wired You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees I said, "Baby, tell me everything," you started spilling tea
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, David Magnus, Ryan Lay, Nathaniel Good Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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