Lyrics:
talk is cheap
Got me mistress cuz I cheat
Hop in a Benz,
Doing a doughnut my car going fast
Yeah I'm lone in it 360 on zns
12 pulled me over,****, so I
what she thinking
Too fast push the car hard I hope I don't break it
New money he ain't know about it half of these niggas' be faking
I be in penthouses
fast break, I rake that Breakfast check, I smell turkey bacon, we
Don't buy the swine, I mean, we try to avoid The pigs all the time, cheese grits, yeah
over her big tits...
Her face looks like it's face of a horse, oh yeah,
Imagine how I will fuck her from behind pulling her by her ponytail
Yeah, dirty
to Costco I trap out the closet
Throwin to Waddle he catchin' the product
We never squabble I'm dripped out in Prada
Green like a goblin the cars
need a fast car,
I'll get there when I can
Traveled round the world,
Had to do what you avoid.
All this talk of toys,
But all I hear is noise.
I have
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man)
the electric slide over the verse
Hands held high, connect the antennas
Do or die when we fly, face the grimace
Yeah let's get this off you ready, Fast Eddie
Loaded up there cars and they grabbed their kids
Just to count the miles and cuss those big freight liners
Across twenty two hundred miles of route 66
it rain and make the shorties live
When you scoop them up in your 745
Now you getting big attention for real
When they see you in your car and your
obviously not, you're through
You need protection from King Tee's resurrection
Peep the session, loc get the full +Tee+ spoon
Swallow it fast cause I'm about
the solution?
Blood tranfusion, ghetto execution
Branded buildings, lots full of stripped cars
I be damned if I live behind big bars
Save the homeless, that's
Fools use chess like a VCR
Worth as much as a CD-R
Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar
You got beef?
Let my rap den rip ya car
Disappear like
I've been poor
Spent it on whores
Got married and divorced
To the girl that's next door
Stolen fast cars, dated pop stars
Been around the world
Slept
the looks
Respect Verse
You
gotta be you
and keep doin' what you
do
so
Shout out to the ghetto
Hold on yo
the fast cars, the hot girls, yo
Gotta respect me
know I never
Gave a fuck, oh damn, my bad
Can't say shit when I'm in my Jag (No)
Words gonna slur when I hit that
Gas when it's too fast
Came up
back|Get off my back|I�mma do what I gotta do|Oh yeah|Get off my back||Ain�t no other way to live my life|I�m built like a superstar|I live the fast lane,
rich I've been poor
Spend it all on whores
Got married and divorce to the girl that's next door
Stolen fast cars dated pop stars
Been around the world
on the ride
I come around for a ride, nigga I'm big or I'm bumpin
By no adventure, we gonna prevail through the storm
Nigga just be in the comments, but don't
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
o'clock in the mornin'
Big old fat dude come up
Comin" around the car with a gun on his hip
He said "Watcha all want"?
"We just hop in the van to get
o'clock in the mornin'
Big old fat dude come up
Comin" around the car with a gun on his hip
He said "Watcha all want"?
"We just hop in the van to get
want you to be with me
And this is not some crazy fantasy
I've got everything you need
Take me for a ride in your big fancy car
I wanna see
moustache
The keys to my car
You're the magical mermaid's hollowed illusion
You cool them, fool them
And they hope so much
And you let them down
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