Lucki - Fast Car lyrics

[Intro] Aye whoa I can’t f** witchu Aye Aye whoa I can’t f** witchu I’m gon’ aye I can’t f** witchu I’m gon’ win her on, aye Aye, woah [Verse] Ima win her on She here til’ the mornin’ We can’t f** witchu b**h ignore the truth She gon’ put them on Might just want them on Took my shirt for proof I’m a addict truth Purple magic, poof Nod off actin’ new I won’t lie to you I’m these other dudes Bro just cut her loose She just not for you Who imagine bein’ gone in a fast car Aye, never hear a no cause she’s a sad broad And I get a cut cause brodie tax frauds Uber pull her home if she have job n***as talkin’ reckless I could have y’all Percocet for breakfast this my last time Every single text looks like a jig-saw Dash boy Escobar Jumpman cut him loose OG prayin’ for em He a demon too Tell one lie to me I’ll get rid of you Hoe too nice to me Think I’m sick of you Who imagine bein’ gone in a fast car [Outro] Whoa, aye, aye, whoa Who imagine bein’ gone in a fast car Whoa, aye, whoa, aye Whoa, aye, whoa ooh Aye woah, aye aye