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Letra : Corolla

Welcome to Boys on Mars
Hope you enjoy the trip

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Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Kat Lightning made it, ya dig)

I'm up in that cat with lil Kat, we gon' spend a rack
We up into Saks, I can't lack, Cleezy on my back
And that lil' boy, he wack, we gon' get him tagged
Just came back from China, I got jetlag
*cough cough* I'm sick, no Corona
No Thugger Thugger, my brother a stoner
Character driven, you know I am the owner
Chopper gon' hit him now he is a donor
H? can't compare to me, he is a lon?r
I'm in the front of the 'Vette with Lil Fazo
And you in the back of that little Corolla

Talking all tough on the internet, we just gon' pull on your block, make that lil' boy go hush
I gotta get to this bag, money ain't slow, but you know that I'm in a rush
I am not going out sad, biting my flow, and you know that sh*t is just tough
Now we popping them tags on designer clothes 'cause you know that sh*t is a must
Run to the bag, okay, okay, I'm shooting like Kobe when I'm in the clutch
She telling me to come over 'cause she like the way that I hit it, damn, hitting it rough
You wanted smoke, we got XD's, we shoot at your lungs and that sh*t ain't gon' feel like a puff
You said that you want some problems and then we gon' pull to your block and we know it's a bluff
(Woo)
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