L.E.S. - Sunday Drive lyrics

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L.E.S. - Sunday Drive lyrics

[verse 1] Okay, hat turned back I'm leaning up on the cla**ic I let her light up the sweet, take a pull and she pa** it You know you smell the aroma, but sh** we looking like paper Take a look in they eyes, I swear they looking like haters Had dreams of being Tony, but I never wanna die With the foreigns in my name, on that blimp in the sky Never lost in the high Matter of fact I'm quite focused Looking at that car and driver Checks the specs on the lotus I don't really call it dreaming, I just call it planning Cause where I said I'd be is exactly where I'm standing Now respects what we demanding, cause that hustle ain't no joke Couple planes, couple boats, taking care my kin folk Exotic b**h up in my beamer, look like ca**y with a** 120 miles an hour when I looked at the dash She ain't tripping, know I got it, daddy keep it in control On the race out for them pesos, my position is to pose True n***as play the cut, only bustas need attention All them hoes in my dm's be the ones you n***as mention They see the way we living, she ain't rocking with you lames They seeing that we balling, but ain't playing in no games I be with your chick, netflix on the xbox, couple hours then I let her make the bed rock [verse 2] This that sunday afternoon sh**, smoking with the sun in the sky Drive slow, haters spot on the ride Bending corners through the city just to see what I can see Taking in the energy and then i put that sh** on beats See me on them streets, I'm observing, got to watch my every step Crazy what these n***as do for respect They at your neck If you looking like you got it, better have you some protection They ain't asking if it's real when your flexing I'm caught up in this life, but I ain't trying to get out Straight up to the top, I think i found us a route I need a little gas, but it looks like I can make it And look, we almost there, and I can tell them n***as hating It's gods favorite And i knew it every time that I'd advance That's why I always left it in his hands Smoking every stress and let it fall right into place I know them n***as bitter, I can see it in they face Push it to the limit, know i like to speed Homie at a percentage of what I'm about to be Laughing at all them b**hes that ever doubted me n***as I only f** with saying they proud of me sh** is crazy, but that's how the game go Slow it down and change flow, they can try it, but it ain't the same though