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records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (baby, it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how
were fallin' in love in the sweet heart of summer
She hopped right up into the cab of my truck and said
"Fire it up, let's go get this thing stuck"
my cough syrup
I don't fuck with these weirdos
Swear to God, it be paranoid
Treat a jet like it's a cab fare
Sold a brick, came back for it
Your
in our lungs
Last night we were way up, talking in the back of the cab
And then you say, "love, baby, let's go hang at the flat"
And when we dance
until the sun comes up, oh my god
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a
It's three AM and we're only getting started
In the cab on the way
get a cab ride
She don’t do the blogs, but if she did, she’d be on mad sites
Ass so mean that I’m always on her bad side
Uh, now she don’t ever
took a cab home
She told me I was only good for a sad song
A crooked smile I gave
Nonchalant about it
Maybe she'll come back
This time I doubt it
ski-mask, placed in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican shit, shit, I got it from fans
Yo, the stone is in my chain, so I call it the cab
I lived, I learned
I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
Homie, I grew up in
Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my
the info
Wii can work it out, no Nintendo
I just hit Alt, Tab
Switchin' in between two convos
I should just call cabs
And bring 'em both here
towels
Now what else can go wrong for you
It's a choice between a cab fare home
And a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money sticks
In
Fire!
Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince like James
The day I
a cab ride
She don’t do the blogs, but if she did, she’d be on mad sites
Ass so mean that I’m always on her bad side
Uh, now she don’t ever stress me
get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggaz that carry ones
call it the cab
Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your
pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the bars
Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver
Baby oh baby
Tell the man at the ticket stand that you've changed your mind
Well let me run on out and tell the cab to keep his meter flying
Cause
leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
your fist?
With my feet.
With your feet?
With an axe.
Call me a cab, kid
Anything you can do, I can do better.
I can do any thing better
places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness
I spark this thing, but my name ain't Bubba
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the graffitti about slashed seat affairs,I say that's
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