Luke Robert John Davis

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[Verse 1] Luke Robert John Davis Walk in, whole room changes Clean like a new white tee Crisp like he out the package Fresh to death, no cap Chrome on the grin, no scratch Coolest white boy ever Yeah, that boy got the sauce for that He got the walk, got the talk Got the look like a money shot Boots hit hard on the floor Everybody know he running hot Talk slick, laugh quick Ice cold with a hot streak If they ask who the man is Point right there, that’s your first peak [Pre-Chorus] He don’t try, he just is That’s the kind of calm that hits Heads turn when he pass by Like, “Who that?” then the bass kick Say his name, let it ring Let it bounce through the whole place Luke Robert John Davis Got a king-size in his face [Chorus] Luke Robert John Davis Coolest white boy ever Luke Robert John Davis Fresh to death, forever Luke Robert John Davis Look good, act better Luke Robert John Davis Yeah, you know he pressure [Verse 2] White tee fresh, chain clean Jeans pressed, shoes gleam Got that grin like he know Every camera in the room lean Country boy with a slick edge Blue eyes, blunt talk Pull up slow, then he cut through Like a knife through a sidewalk He don’t need no extra He the extra in the extra Girl say, “Boy, you too cold” He say, “Baby, I’m just better” From the back porch to the front row He the one they wanna copy Can’t nobody front on him That name hit hard, that body [Pre-Chorus] He don’t try, he just is That’s the kind of calm that hits Heads turn when he pass by Like, “Who that?” then the bass kick Say his name, let it ring Let it bounce through the whole place Luke Robert John Davis Got a king-size in his face [Chorus] Luke Robert John Davis Coolest white boy ever Luke Robert John Davis Fresh to death, forever Luke Robert John Davis Look good, act better Luke Robert John Davis Yeah, you know he pressure [Bridge] Slide in, whole vibe shift That boy got a rare kind of gift Fresh kicks, sharp wit Make the wildest crowd lift If cool was a crown, he wear it If fly was a lane, he steer it Luke Robert John Davis Say it loud, yeah, everybody hear it [Final Chorus] Luke Robert John Davis Coolest white boy ever Luke Robert John Davis Fresh to death, forever Luke Robert John Davis Look good, act better Luke Robert John Davis Yeah, you know he pressure