Lyrics:
people
Yet I'm standing alone
Everybody goes, yes everybody goes
Everybody goes their own way
The street cars passing by, strangers blinded by
new
De bê, de bê ma bihûmarîme
Hûmaran nas bikîme
De bê, de bê ma bihûmarîme
Hûmaran nas bikîme
Yew, di, hîrê, çar, panc
Yew, di, hîrê, çar, panc
Hîna
don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot
Kartel, what a way your Benz a beat dem bad
Baby you got the body weh me looking for
Gyal your attitude match me car
So come roll with a superstar
one-five three for a qp
Light off the cab mall baby I'm the best out here
In a drop (?) cause prices get high
In the school of hard knocks niggas selling
to say
Me and my car broke down
So I'm gonna take a Red Cab to Manhattan
I'll be heading out my door
Got some friends who wanna see me
Don't know what
astaghfirullah
Bros still got a dog in the car (baow)
Erm, bros on deck (no)
Beef online, no not Krept (no)
Ask my accountant for this year profit
The only
We're in a shiny black taxi cab
Cruising through busy streets
Neon lights shining bright
On shiny black leather seats
Hang a left hang a right
What you get now is just a preview
Please mamacita (we all tinted out)
Horse and carriage (your car's see-through I see you)
Is for hire
Mamacita,
Park the car hold my keys Somebody’s driving but it ain’t me
I do the cab ride boogie the cab ride boogie
Come on driver take me home tonight
What you get now is just a preview
Please mamacita (we all tinted out)
Horse and carriage (your car's see-through I see you)
Is for hire
Mamacita,
the price
This ain't heaven
This ain't the life bargained for
My reason for living
Isn't here inside this car
Girl I gotta get back to you
Chorus:
Cab
information and I'll save it to disk
I don't want to wait
Don't want to see the light fade out the cab babe
Get out the cab
If you think the universe was
Bro got days in that trap
I ran my days up this lab
After school, it was cab after cab
Tryna get that re for the pack
Bro got days in that trap
I
to feature a rap artist
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know
And we
lying to me)
(Why you lying to me, why you lying to me)
Got a lock around my neck cause y'all ain't coming for it
What you gon' run me for a Half Cab, I
hateful families, dead as casualties...
No strangers, I hire all my cousins as my faculty
Ninjah Star Society, we ride cabs for free
Making moves, like
thugs for hire
Don't just slash their tires, light their cars on fire
No more police state, no more prison empire
Let's put them in their place cause
Yeah, this Andy Kapps
And this is the crew cab
Hey, we all deserve to be happy
I was so selfish but I learned
It ain't always about me
I guess I just
niggas from the a
Shoot cat because he ain't loyal
Told the bitch go wait in the car
Told the bitch go wait in the car
I be strapping all the way
I want the car with the digital dash
Step on the gas
Moving too fast
Leave smoke in the pass
Not taking a cab
Stop making me laugh
Step back in
Everything is but a copy of a copy
You just want to be alone
I'm just cab
I'm a car in the night time
I just want to drive you home
All the points we
brody,so i gotta keep the fire on me
Balenciagia tags mean something here we ain't never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we ain't never had whip
what to say
Me and my car broke down
So I'm going to take a
Red Cab to Manhattan
I'll be heading out my door
Got some friends who want
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