Lyrics:
brains in the fast lane
A seventeen-year reign, simple and plain
When I ruled the rap game and all my peers sold cocaine
One-three-two Uptown, when Rich
The Track Again At Christmas Time
The 3 Wheeler Bike And The Stroller
Are Racing By The Snow Cone Display
The Kiddy Cars And The Gokarts Are Only Giving
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
everyday I'm runnin' up to cars ("what you need")
I know karma some where out to get me, gotta keep a rod ("man fuck all dat")
Before they put me 6 feet
nigga's rolling see-lo
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem)
Just
has that got to do with me?"
And I say, "You mean to tell me that's all?"
Of three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing and two are scared
My guy sitting on my side
Pulled the rifle out
The sonic boom
Shook the car
Blew the music out
You can see the yard law
Closing on the bikes
They tried
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/I'd be straight by the summer
Cargo shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my
bitches
Right Back 4 Da Summer i Told y'all bitches
I'd be straight by the summer
III ain't got nothing else to tell you
Promise I'll be straight while
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
3-litre dingers with spinners
Now we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains
Like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust
So I trust these things
and I'm wanting mo
The teller know me by my name I ain't fronting hoe
My numbers goin' up no nobody harder
I'm ending my night in somebody's daughter
You
niggas really street shid I can't really tell
Me and Dee 2 masks and we on feet bitch we ain't playing fair
Gotta know what kind of car he in so we see him
video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo
How long is it
A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
Ay yo rah get the heat
Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home
Niggas workin' clown-ass niggas
Shoulda put you in
car like some cheese nigga
I was young on the block throwing C's nigga
Mom's a fighter, my pops an OG nigga
Had no life so I lived in the streets
Kept
I started to work out
Got new shoes
I already own a bike and a swimming suit
And some climbing gear
That you left here
Spring break came
Spring
Just you and I
Driving round in the car
I even let you drive
Eating dinner from a can
dad's yummy can delight
Just a guy and his little guy
Son
there
Let us ride our bikes to the park
Cruise down the tracks, then picnic till dark
Whoosh down the slides, swing really high
Life is amazing, down
they can't take it, slow down the harbor
Go get the car keys, play the blues
Set, new wave,
Set, three four,
Set, one two, three four
She's waking
they can't take it, slow down the harbor
Go get the car keys, play the blues
Set, new wave,
Set, three four,
Set, one two, three four
She's waking
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