Lyrics:
bloomin'
A lot of brand new cars be zoomin'
Fly girls lookin' the best they can be
And the guys be dukey dukey Dan you see
Besides all that I like
wanna spend my day is down central bookin
Oh you a rapper huh, let me hear you rap something now
By this time six squad cars and ten blue shirts had
Lightnin' hail and rain
But when the clouds blow by, there's a clear blue sky
To wash away all your pain
It's a little like a mountain climb
It's a long
Y'all fucked up today
Huh you know they did
BITCH
Lil bitch
Huh
Toot
Yeeuh
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just
of distant thunder
Perhaps it's Rodger practising the drums
Don't follow me, To the angel by the sea
Set the table quickly, James, We'll be thirteen for tea
so high
Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek
Mone and Shug and my little brother, James
Things changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma
I
And my little brother James
Thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know
Mama I want to sing but
Mama I want to trick, and
Mama I'm suckin
dissolve away like cotton candy in your mouth
Little by little
Things are returning back to their homes
Finding my center again
Dancing in the shadows
Paw paw diggin up mason jars
Load the car then burn them tires
Make a little noise when you get back home
Crank that hank, that cash, that jones
a little dime and shine in em
take your time get em
la la la la la
means their all back in it
maxin out them cars with the all plaque limit
built my whole
easy livin' day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues (oh with the rhythm and blues)
But now I need a little give and take (give and take)
New
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
is get cabbage the world is my garden
Came from the bench start like James Harden
By my chest keep heat like I play for the Heat
Whole team rolling
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
and fast
Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz
Just to show them he could do it all
CHORUS
Well, he tuned up the fiddle and he
Can we take a flight Out to barbados
Yea my hunnids is older then hard bagels
Why they hating they cutting the car cables
Reason why ain't no mo
count (cant count)
Pop a little perc' while I'm tryna relapse (relapse)
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap (relap)
Drac' in my pants, now I
Ima let it breathe tho exhales
Oh thats breathing
That is definitely breathing
Breathe breathe
And I'll bleed
I'll draw blood
Just give you a little bit
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
And we drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
blue dye job
Walking bare feet
Cuts up to her knees
She walks along around the corner
We all stand by, we all ignore her
But what can I do but
it comes apart so little by little
You don't know your there till your stuck in the middle
I try not to care I would lose my mind
Running 'round
it comes apart so little by little
You don't know your there till your stuck in the middle
I try not to care I would lose my mind
Running 'round
and digging my style
And I ain't even feeling blue
The little things I miss
Take for granted things I don't notice
I don't have foreign cars
Lamborghinis
to you, turns me into your slave
Come on
Come and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just met me get next to you
Am I insane
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