Lyrics:
hope I don't crash this
I've got some shit in my house if you want it
That would be fly, yeah
Yo Nathan, how much have you taken
I don't know man but
or might pop this pill
Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill
History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929, still
Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby,
Dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
One twentieth tried to knock my whole click
you worried bout yo man, his ass already pissed, yea
She feel like Jenny Kush
Sex so good, shit got her hooked
She touch my hand, but I'm numb
Crossed
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Fagot niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a niggas
was a storm by The side
If you mistakenly smashed it with your car you'll get crushed Or you'll got wreck
And then before he left I told Him all about
like a crash dummy (*crash*)
Stay down till you come up, but never act bummy (Boss up)
Cuz where the mind goes, the man follows, ask Dubby (Whattup
Hold on, stop the car, cuz I'm finna get the blickin
Used to be my mans, but you told, so you just a witness
All that shit I did for niggas, some
crash your car, where Christ can rightfully deliver your car, and soul back The slum hospitals of Kentucky. Maybe I'll get lucky
A little bit blessed by
we running the city
Cause they fell in love with a bunch of these rappers
She wanna fuck in the back of the car
I was like huh?
She was like YOLO
That
Tried to talk to you
But you claim I don’t appeal
Tried to runaway
And I know that ain’t ideal but
Your love’s a car crash and my hands are on the wheel
supportin' (true)
My lil' boy only two and his neck is like a quarter (burr)
I built another house and I put it by the water (a mansion)
Diamonds dancin'
little pieces
They crash cars, it's like the wrath of Jesus
When acid hits your skin it causes you to shout
Tall I stand proud, awaiting the pain from
crash
Your brother thuggin', raise your hand if you got get-back for your mans (okay, let's go)
Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars)
Fifty
drinking
Without blinking man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in stages
(A+)
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin
We found his car abandoned in front of a strange-looking house on Detroit's south-west's side, miss
Oh, I told him never to go there!
Hey foxy,
car
Don't do no xans, won't pop no bars
Can't judge no man, you do yo' part (bitch)
(BITCH!)
RIP my babies free the guys, man
Hold yo head high this shit ah be over in a minute
Aye,
Speed limit probably like 60, doing 120, Prayer up to God we
features, I hate rappers
He ain't checkin' in a minute he false flaggin
Green tip hit him up look like he got in a car crash
Two man move, let's put it in
I crash into your wall
Tijuana Cartel man, they killed him in the car
He think he invincible, think he above the law
Gun'll drip, designer down,
they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in
bitch, never meet the parents
Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced
Built the 44bunker real deep in Tampa
Got two hundred cars, haters screamin', "Damn it"
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
and I beat and I crash
X my car, three times out, now he can rest in peace
King of the Gods won't stop at my feet, shots through his lungs and now he
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