Yeah, uh
Ah, yeah
Freestyle
Saito
And your boy Dav Vinyl on the track
Yeah
I don’t really care what they wear
Why?
Cause I got my own style and I got my own taste
Be the reason why I kept your girlfriend by my waist
By my dangalang, sort of like a keychain
Sort of like my pocket knife
She wanna be popular
Then she gotta pop it right
Bottom 6 grillz like I’m opulent
Yeah
And you better call the ambulance
Yeah
Cause it’s about to get hot
You ain’t got tell your man
Let him do his own thing
He ain’t gotta know the nights
We be meeting at thе parking lot
With tinted window, come inside thе door
Leave the AC on, look out for the neighbor
I go back and put in labor
I be f#ckin’ like I’m tryna get my wage up
We be rollin’ doobies
And you know we feeling way up
Yeah (ah)
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Digital Dav Lyrics – Saito Freestyle
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