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4x4 (mixed) - don toliver lyrics

[chorus]
woo*ooh*ooh (ha, ha)
four by four
i’m back on road (hey)
i’m back on go
ooh*ooh*ooh (d*mn)
four by four
we back in mode
lil’ b*tch, we back for more
woo*ooh*ooh

[verse 1]
i’m sippin’ drop
i ride my motorcycle, make her p*ssy pop (woah)
i’m mad conceited and they got me feelin’ wock’
i sn*tch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (give me that sh*t, n*gga)
(woo*woo*woo*woo*woo)
jump up on it, ride it, got lil’ b vibin’ (i popped a g5)
i break her cup down and this taste is so exotic
drop a big deposit, b*tch, i’m your autopilot

[chorus]
woo*ooh*ooh (ha, ha)
four by four
i’m back on road (hey)
i’m back on go
ooh*ooh*ooh (d*mn)
four by four
we back in mode
lil’ b*tch, we back for more
[verse 2]
runnin’ it, runnin’ it, runnin’ it up again
she get to chew on this d*ck like it’s doublemint
i’m runnin’ this sh*t like a government (woo, i’m doin’ too much)
told the b*tch sit down, she doin’ too much
if he said he outside, gotta prove it to us
them little bitty glocks ain’t movin’ to us
get rollin’, n*gga, i put ya in a blunt
brr*brr*brr*brr*brr*brr, okay (ha*ha*ha)
she know too many rappers, get this b*tch up out my face
brr*brr*brr*brr*brr*brr, okay (ha*ha*ha)
she be f*ckin’ broke n*ggas, b*tch ain’t got no taste
but i got a ho right now that can f*ck me good and pour my drank (eat it up)
her body must be recycled ’cause this b*tch ain’t got no waist (woo)
the waist good, i’m gon’ wife you, you can get that ring today
pass my lean, baby, it’s feelin’ like green day (yee)

[chorus]
woo*ooh*ooh (ha, ha)
four by four
i’m back on road (hey)
i’m back on go
ooh*ooh*ooh (d*mn)
four by four
we back in mode
lil’ b*tch, we back for more
[outro]
when i say, “f*ck,” you say, “cigarettes”
f*ck, cigarettes
when i say, “f*ck,” you say, “cigarettes”
f*ck, cigarettes
when i say, “f*ck,” you say, “cigarettes”
f*ck, cigarette—

- don toliver lyrics

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