Lyrics:
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four wheel
wa
Fiye won pe nnkan n be
Fiye won, Fiye won o o o
Han Han Han Hahn
Han Han Han Hahn
I can dance from ikorodu
Down to ojota
Me no fit tire for your
my 2by2
she say she want my thing when I give am she da fall asleep ohhhhn BMD
She is in love with the big dick she call me zaddy
She is in love
on fire
Never tire
Uhn no fit tire
Haa
Oh ringa
I'm on fire
Never tire
Uhn no fit tire
Mo kan fe ma mekue
Ki n ma make way
Ki n ma tingasa
On d highway
Make
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
singing like Adele, (Hello)
Room full of chicks 'bout to line 'em up
If they go both ways I'mma sign them up
Girl take off them Vickys then take off my
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
it feels like paradise
Temi n tire tire n temi
Iwo nikan nikan soso
Temi n tire tire n temi
Iwo nikan nikan soso
My one and only onitemi
Me and you we
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
I burn that dirt, hug that road,
Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal
12 gauge cock, shift down low,
Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole
Up
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
lame
Still sippin' up on that kool-aid like
Ah
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my
On sait qui tire les coups francs
On sait qui réchauffe le banc
On sait qui tire les coups francs
J'attendrais pas qu'on me donne l'accord de tout prendre
You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire
Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple
Choppa got
the tire
Copyright 2023 by David Ray/Missing Keys Music/BMI
Whats the atire
Yeah, eh
Anything designer
Yeah, eh
Im feeling inspired
yeah, eh
Fuck til' we tire
Yeah, eh
Whats the atire
Nana, na
Anything
where panties, hoes
If I'm ridin' by you gonna see it bitch bring it
I'm the freshest in my city and I mean it bitch bring it
I bring lighting from
broke by yourself
I'm investing in my craft
Then imma invest in myself
I'm on a grind
Not doing too bad for myself, huh
If you wanna stay broke
Then just
by
Like a wildfire
Or a flat tire
Like a pretty liar
For a little while
Like a scared child
I can fake a smile
We can run and hide
Until this passes us
cause time is going by
We got angel wings cause everybody die
Yeah you said you wanted honesty no lies
Truth be told I be getting hella high
But that's
supplies they know Get by the bundle
Gas so good feeling like im in a Shuttle and my
Money sky high like it took off in a Shuttle
Niggas guarding me don't
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