Taurus

By Jovan

Released on November 20, 2024

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[Intro]

(Myles, you’re a god)


[Chorus: Jovan]

Glock 23, that boy got off a Taurus

I ain’t finna shoot him, that boy is a tourist

High rise apartment got so many floors

Brand new McLaren, got butterfly doors

Don’t want no girlfriend, I want me a whore

Do what I want, what the fuck is a chore

Pop me a xan, she wanna pop four

Here for the racks, I need me some more

Get on her body, I take me a tour

Look in the mansion, it got multiple floors

Feel on her body, I feel on her core

When I was little, my family was poor

Me and Toont gon’ get some woods from the store

Heard he had locks, so we took the back door

My uncle still having Drac’ in his drawer

Big body Durango you hеaring it roar


[Verse 1: 9smjay]

Ooh, yeah, she rocking Dior

Oops, she not еven with me no more

Outside, outside

[?], you knowing what it’s for

Outside, outside

[?] you know we hittin'

In the back with the za, you roll it up and count it

Opp hit, opp hit, [?]


[?]

We be in the trap, you knowing it ain’t funny

The switch on my Glock, it’s jumping like a bunny

Ain’t no talking, no talking, no talking, don’t talk

Keeping the blues, you know they in my pockets

Pocket rocket, tell that lil hoe [?]


[?]

I’m locked in, I ain’t tryna go platinum


[?]

[Verse 2: Kynlary, Jovan]

Stepping in, like who wouldn’t?

Cold outside, need a coat on

[?] the one she told on

Brand new jet she standing on

Cold outside, Minnesota

Drac’ gon hit his [?]

Rock out, then I knock out

Second, bitch you fragged out

360 scope, that’s a no way


[?]

[?] Bad lil hoe, and she is a Haitian Lick on the dick, she knew what she tastin Back then, [?] RIP brodie, pop pill and they laced it [?]and I face it She licking on me, she like how it taste I’m in the trap, [?] I’m loving, I’m loving, I’m loving them Asians Lil’ big booty bitch, and she is Caucasian She suckin so good, [?] [?] Hit it one time, what are we doing? Fucking with me and I’m fucking with you [?] I can't steal and do crime He [?], that shit so lame [?] Got three Glocks, just like [?] All this pain don’t feel the same Autotune on, feel like T-Pain Feel like 2 Chainz, but I’m too changed