Lyrics:
a Ford Explorer
Going 80 like it's
Straight excellence
Bitch
Like you got fired
And you finally got that severance
Like
You enlightened by these messages
to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
Look, it is what it is because of what it was
I did what I did 'cause it does what it does
I don't put
on over with a bottle of bud
Looked her right in the eye, said little lady "what's up"?
D'you like country boys with a southern drawl
Who fish, hunt
smelling like we found a dead body
No snitching, cocaine king, I got her nose itching
Whole pidgeon, cooked it so long, a nigga stove clicking
Swear it's
Korea broke, communism vs democracy
Truman woke, time to test his hypotheses
If one state falls to communism, then we'll see
The others fall like
the bearded grain
When to hunt the running game
If the sun should wake again from winter's slumbered plane
Even before the scientific, even before-in life
We
you to try this
Praise Dionysus
Scavenger hunt
I want you to find this
Turning me on don't deny this
Turn me to gold just like Midas
Turn me to stone
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
rearview)
By whiskey smoke and clouds of leavin' dust
Don't you know that we both saw taillights
Drivin' off our separate ways
You in that Ford, me in
time, keep 'em guessing
We might have to call a audible
Nigga, we was on a hunt
Lookin up, looking down, all around
Outta town for that pot of gold
She
was trash
Pay you what? Bitch you smoking a black
And your butt really ain't that fat
You a slut I can tell by your lash
Do not play me cause baby I'm
old tunnel
Following its end to a pick and shovel
I mine substratum til I'm dying of thirst
Then I like the drip until the aquifer bursts
Dragged by
luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
And I say we had a little change in plans
Like
Lyrical war I'll clash your whole team
Cos my bars go over your head like a fleece
Once we get hunting it's RIP
We will hunt you down in front of police
War
make up a story wanna you die
有些人迫切希望你变糟糕
i get purple color colt. 45
我有粉色.45口径的柯尔特
You can't see me when i passing by
我经过你时你看可不到我
im flying
我在飞行
runway
heat like da summer
Got ice round my neck surrounded by pointers
Truck loads of the weed we locked in with the farmers
Dolce Gabbana for all of my
turned her cheek, I could feel my heart break
But I remember the summer we turned 21
We were shootin' 22s and a havin' fun
Out on the porch drinkin' Colt
turned her cheek, I could feel my heart break
But I remember the summer we turned 21
We were shootin' 22s and a havin' fun
Out on the porch drinkin' Colt
Money Dance, money dance, I do my money dance
100 bands, my bottom red, I don't wear no Vans
While you are in a Ford, I might pull up in Mercedes
they do nowadays
We should all have been so lucky
By spring she'd had the run of the free born men
Ruby turned 50 in a sheep camp tent
Her body
II lense
We gon live 1000 years
Aye!
I treat the team like family
I treat my girl like IV
I treat my time like Blue Fin
So you won’t find on IG
LBV
Feeling bold, gangsters blood runs cold
It's time to reload this old .45 colt
The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots, make sure
guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn,
in the vinyl that
Ithaca get 'em runnin'
They wishin' my ass would fumble so the
Game could get a turn around
But I run this shit just like the
Colts
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