Lyrics:
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
done wrong down the river
With a hand on a colt
And a finger on the trigger
And long before dawn
They'll try to find me
So take me on down (oh, oh)
red lips calling out my name
Two-ton Ford and that parking brake
Pushed all the way, all the way down
Ooo yeah
Ooo, if you already know by now
Kiefer zerschlage
Steigt sie ein und bläst im Auto wie 'ne Klimaanlage
Mit Kilos Ghettodeals, wenn ich auf der Street den Rambo spiel'
Gibt's drive by
Old Blue Ford
Music & Lyrics by Delma Carl Suggs
The paint is faded
On this old mottled skin,
With bubbles of rust
Pushing up from within.
I'm so clean
Truck sitting High
Looking at me
When I ride by
Smoke my weed
Light that fire
Like Afroman like colt 45
Want to live this life ,
you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan,
Cross the desert like an Arab man yeah
I don't care how you get here,
Just get here if you
a colt 45 back at the mothafuckin' house heh heh,
Yeah I'm ready to do somethin'?
With one of these little ol'young muthafucka?s heh heh yeah,
But I
woo) Colt, let's go
I was seventeen with a bag of green
I bought off a dude named Andre (uh-huh) (woo)
I'd roll it up and roll outta town
Rocking
Awww yeah
Mmmm, hmmm, hmmm
I'm talking about the power of love now
I'm gonna tell you what love can do
You know when they say love makes
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old Stetson hat
Had a '28
with the baddest
Plus I know that you a goddess
So tell me what you acting for
Me know just how you want it
Christian Dior mixed with Tom Ford yeah
Fi
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an Stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford
and get a little more
Cause we're pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford
Nowhere bound, just to swig a little pour
Yeah, catch a little buzz and a kiss
get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get
I slime you out, seen I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting,
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
a colt 45 back at the mothafuckin' house heh heh,
Yeah I'm ready to do somethin'?
With one of these little ol'young muthafucka?s heh heh yeah,
But I
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
stonie (yeah yeah yeah)
Klokka den tikker som en rollie (yeah yeah yeah)
Setter meg inn i en hvit ford bronco
Drar fra mine issues og en tom bankkonto
Jeg
Yeah, I worked all week,
Cleaned up, clean cut and clean shaved
Get the cover off the sixty eight
Fire it up let them horses sing,
A little pretty
tryna flaunt you girl
You my go to roll through
Yeah that's what I told you
Stuck by my side through the
High and the lows too
I always want you i'm
When I pass your house I always look
To see you standin' on the porch
Or you'd be out in this one horse town
With your daddy's old Ford
Even though I
Ain't to long til I'm rich
Wooooo
Yeah ugh
Tell that bitch nigga get off my dick
Oh they mad cause I'm popping my Shit
I'm a man by myself ion need no
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