Mango Foo - Porches lyrics

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Mango Foo - Porches lyrics

[Hook] Porsches, skrt skrt We ride ‘round in Porsches Forgi's, Forgiatos We ride ‘round on Forgi's Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto Forgi's, we ride ‘round on Forgi's [Verse 1] Pull up in a Panamera, it's a coupe My n***as with me and they all gonna shoot We back to back on ‘em Forgi's in cahoots We back and forth with these b**hes, alley-oop These b**hes on Percocet's, now they want boot f**in' everybody, now they want you No discrimination, loving the crew Get top in the booth and then hop in the coupe Might pour me a four and then hop in a Lear I'm poppin' a seal while you sip all the beer My diamonds shining, they reflect like a mirror Porsche 911, playing with the gears I drop the top, make your b**h feel the breeze Fingerprint to start, it came with no keys When it's cold outside I walk with the heat If you ain't talking money let's keep it brief I been looking at the Rari lately Bald head the coupe like a cancer patient I'm balling, you do too much pump faking I run up my money like an elevator Paper chasing, running through these majors Flying to Cali, smoking different flavors This mansion came with acres with no neighbors You are not allowed, you ain't a player I'm riding in the coupe sippin' lean b**h say she f**in', want the team Lowkey in the VIP rollin' weed Let me smoke the cookie ‘fore we leave I just met a foreign in Aroma I was in the moment, I don't want her My partners still be trapping on the corner Got up in the morning, he pick up them chonies [Hook] Porsches, skrt skrt We ride ‘round in Porsches Forgi's, Forgiatos We ride ‘round on Forgi's Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto Forgi's, we ride ‘round on Forgi's [Verse 2] My partner he just copped the Maserati My shooter he do drive-bys on Ducattis My b**h she tropic, got her from the islands I put her in the bando, whip Miley Cyrus AMG turbo came with the nitrous YRN the label, we do no hiring If that b**h don't get no money I'm firing My n***as selling the dab and you buying it Forgiato's, b**h I'm riding on Forgiato's John Wic might hang out the drop top and bust you You be with too many snake n***as, don't trust you Pull up, take your b**h, f** her, give her back to you Trap out the Lambo and jugg out the 12 One call to my plug, get the pack in the mail Forgiato's, they be spinning like Ferris Wheel Say you riding in a foreign but I can't tell [Hook] Porsches, skrt skrt We ride ‘round in Porsches Forgi's, Forgiatos We ride ‘round on Forgi's Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto Forgi's, we ride ‘round on Forgi's

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