Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
I used to be god-fearing
Now I`m so frightened
`Cause the devil will drag you under
By the sharp tailfin
Of your checquered cab (?)
Now I can`t
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
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
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
cop me
In the back of the cab, this hoe sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot's
lay up
Three-five-seven, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherfuckin' cab
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like
the night together
Now hold on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment
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
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
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
the shows over, when you comin' back?
Know the hotel close but we fuckin' in the cab
I'm a well-known roadster runnin' to the bag, girl
Funny you should
come to you, you'll know what to do
It'll come to you
Don't start to plan to rebuff
A fresh young man when you're in a cab and
He starts making free
foreign tags
Get so drunk and high
I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if
You had this for one night
One night, one night, one night
my back
That bitch put 50 in her titties
The FBI watching
And I really think it's silly
I got my old girl a cab
And my new bitch a Bentley
Okay I wake
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
places
Now I'm in a cab, I tell 'em where your place is
I don't wanna live forever
'Cause I know I'll be living in vain
And I don't wanna fit wherever
I
because I cannot walk far.
I couldn't find an empty cab on the street;
They were filled with high-heeled women with non-functioning feet.
Twenty-six years
up)
Hop on this lap (uh, skrrt)
Geek it up, geek it up (skrrt, skrrt)
We ride an Uber like cab (Uber)
Drivin' by in two or three jabs (drive)
I can
(How is she? How is she?)
I ain't gonna lie, when I saw you show up here tonight
I thought, "To hell with that," closed my tab
Yellow cab, take
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