Lyrics:
moo
Farmer: don't tell me it wasn't cause I saw it and that was out
Cow: moo
Farmer: by at least 3 feet that's how far, come in look there is still
Walked to work 'cause my car broke down
I walked to work
I walked to work 'cause my car broke down (feet)
My feet started hurting on the other side
in the back with them triggers
When I get a M3, tuning the fuck out it nigga
Turn off my traction, I'm gon' slide
I'm by myself, I don't even be riding
skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name? Birdman Junior,
skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name? Birdman Junior,
Jumped on his bike full of grease
Hard to swallow
Black Jordan Creaps everywhere don't step on his feet!
Roadman roadman roadman carry Jesus pices on neck
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
should not be scared of where we put our feet
Just imagine how mama's life was hanging by a thread
No words could've been said to her baby boy in the shed
One
Two
Three
Let's go
Here we go
I woke up looking for the keys to the car
Six foot two but Im six three in a brawl
Yeah
Don't mind me
Devil out
to make it by
Praying for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here [Repeat: x3]
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain,
New
(Watch my feet)
I was countin' down the clock
Three seconds for the shot
I be cookin' Curry pot (Cookin')
She was lookin' and I'm not
I was drivin' by
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Car came with a slut in it
Then I made the bitch cum in it
Double cupping it, no lean just the red punch
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
of the mission, it’s that rain down of hope an it’s that nice diamond glisten, I had my heart in da snow, I had my feet in the trenches, I jus want you too know,
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
the line wit my foot
N I run wit my feets
Then drop kick yo ass wit both my foots
Runaway doing all three and see me usin
3x
My foot my feets my foots
This
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
wanted to bang
But as a friend you always wanted to hang
My swag levels was never really just up to par
I'm on my bike she's hoping out of some dude car
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
the passenger side of the M3
She waan ride di ting like ah bike
Wicked n Bad wen we deh pon di mic
Rev up di ting like lightning strike
Money haffi mek so mi
night up above the clouds
The fireplace was too hot
We couldn't find a way to put it out
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhhhhh
On the way down
The car was swallowed by
call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by
ride
A girl by your side
And a few good friends who'd
Get in the car
Don't go too far
Goin' for a ride
Don't go too far
Stay where you are
Without stuff
digga
Hoe go-getta
Nigga outta line
Playboy I got ten on ya feet
Car shinna
Rim blinda
20 inch rida
Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty
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