Lyrics:
Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
If it ain't a V8, that shit ain't fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
hit by a car,
While riding my motorcycle
det shit threw me a lil ova twenty feet
Next come the talk of injuries
So if you squeamish,
Dis hea not for
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is
Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu, Chuck
Existing will get you stuck, by the Hyde Park Pedaler
Relaxing bike ride
But you know me (it's
York! Lightning!
Not once but twice.
Accidental hike in the transit strike
Roller skate or ride a bike
Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge
You won't
York! Lightning!
Not once but twice.
Accidental hike in the transit strike
Roller skate or ride a bike
Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge
You won't
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
come go with me do it my way
doin a hundred racin 3D on the highway
Got damn it's a nice ass day
me and my boys get in our toys and come out to play
What
wah tek weh my 3
So Me strapped up neat like baby car seat
When dem kill me fren me heart bleed
Ano 666 d beast go unleash buss out dem head dat is my
drops it so mean
That lets us go get us a team of flat screens
Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
card smaller
Than his palms with grooves
On it's surface the
Street is quiet, the sidewalk
Clean as he walks
He occasionally slows to peer inside
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
hustler enti daa m3didi
Mek) manim nana menhw3 makyi
Daabi metan obi daabi metan obi
I still dey grind merhn I dey on ma feet
Nyame ka mi ho daa enti for
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet
Crazy feet baby you
Making me move
I told her fuck me fuck me baby
Cause Iu0027m in love with you .
Crazy feet baby you making me dance
(Dance 3x
I
baby you
Making me move
I told her fuck me fuck me baby
Cause I’m in love with you .
Crazy feet baby you making me dance
(Dance 3x
I get that
of view
They call me 3Geez in the streets that I bike through
Pretty soon too, I'ma climb high to the roof
3Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez
Oh, 3Geeeeeeeeeeeeez
You
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
Pull into the car park, over by the bikers, a multitude of other riders here
Wall-to-wall bikes and a sense of camaraderie, everybody's grinning ear
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