Lyrics:
wait-in'
When my lone-ly jour-ney is done-
And kind-ly old Rev-'rend Thomas
Made us a pro-mise
He will make the two of us one.
So, I'm hit-tin'
You ain't gotta know what I'm up to, know I'm on something
Working all night, same spot since 4 something
Big .45 but the chop hold 4 something
Two
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
as they flew in the air
Butter actin' up and grabbin' stuff by the pair
Gina at the door cause she good with the gun
They both grabbed the money and run
I need to find myself
Lord willing I'll redefine myself
More reason to multiply myself
Lord help me
Don't leave me by myself
Nah I ain't by myself
I
factory or customize
You still gone turn heads
You still gone catch eye’s
By people infatuated withcha ride
Every time you rev up the engine it sends chills
factory or customize
You still gone turn heads
You still gone catch eye's
By people infatuated withcha ride
Every time you rev up the engine it sends chills
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
I'm getting rid of it
110 skank with some elegance
Rev that car, I'm pressing it
Fendi - check the embellishments
She said I'm saucy
I said she's
Drip on me you know I gotta stay with it
You know I'm a pirate I'm finna sink your ship
Hop up on my motorcycle I'm finna rev this shit
I'm
I say hey hey everybody come on let's go for a ride, motorvating,
Yeah grab your baby and pull her right by your side, motorvating,
Go around
for two's
You don't do the dues, free up loose screw
I'm so slimey I'm so gooey so you know I'm DTU
Couple nights up in the trap I had to sleep without
kill your
dreams
Two wheels good no wheels bad / The revs block out the
screams
My life’s at a hundred miles an hour… ETC
F C
"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro
Yeeeeaaa!
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou
took the head off
Telepathy I mind read her
This party bussing just like a barretta
I skrt I skrt the car when I rev it no ceiling this oxygen feeling so
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just
Could buy two but I ain't in Mood
Don't wear Canada Goose
In my whip sit back I cruise
Walk online there's no surprise
Look to the right you're by my side
4 wheel drives forever
my rev counts higher than ever
Than ever
Verses 2
My radio
Mocks me so
Plays our song
So loud, so long
Open road
Ease my load
and NAACP and in particular Rev james
Orange, Mrs alice Johnson and Rev love
Who we just lost last year
So I'm duty-bound to be here to simply say
That it is
cooking the game so they call me a chef
Black, white coupe, I feel like a ref
Maserati V8 gonna roar when I rev
When I rev up the coupe these niggas go deaf
high, sky is blue
It's so bright, we're just waiting for you [Repeat x2]
(We know what you're doin')
We know what to do
Rev it up I said
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