Lyrics:
at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
Train line, stone and grey uh
Uh containers and their drivers
Uh
wanna come to my car
Say she wanna follow my padi waka
Say she wanna banana, konji na baa
Say she wanna formular, inna container inna container o
Come
bye bye
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches
The invasion was on
We parked the car and took a walk
I saw another bitch
Den
So so dollar na me wallet
Ah Gee Den
20 gees flat just for breakfast
Gee Den
Dae go na Basha for go spend cash
Gee Den
Two container ah don ship go
Can’t go nowhere, can’t go far
Four flat tires on my car
Four flat tires
What’s wrong with me, it’s so bizarre
Four flat tires on my car
Four flat tires
I
like a sore throat swallow, drunk act to follow
I'll make the whole bottle hollow (what a ride!)
Rollin' wit' a open container, and one in the chamber
out the car
But I slapped that bitch and slapped her hard
My homie said, "Short, we gots to cut"
But I was spankin' that bitch on her big flat butt
homie said "Short we gots to cut"
But I was spankin' that bitch on her big flat butt
We parked the car and took a walk
I saw another bitch a I had
makes the mechanism flip
Cause life's a trip and the destinations a car
Hesitation only writes existential bars and meditation taught me
That teaching
Going fast as I can in a Lamborghini, Speed Racer, Speed Racer
Going zero to sixty in no time flat, Speed Racer, Speed Racer
Do it for my movies
Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns the
Uh-containers
close the coffin
Olohun my guy
As the ATM dispense the raba
She misplace her pata
I go like turn my garage to car park
Na my container go full Apapa
I
Man can't look over the boot of the car
I shoot hats
You're just there at your window dancing
I shoot flats back the MAC, blud move back
Blud aim fire,
{nah}
U a Car full of crabs
U a Car full of crabs {ye}
In my yacht time is flat
Bureaucrat flying high
Bank account feeling fat {racks racks}
In my flat
I’m like the front left tire of my car
The one that’s always going flat
And if you say otherwise you're
Lying and you’re failing at that
You’re like
Intake then bathe in the vapour
Parkside serving the graft insane link Z
Leave half in the car for later
Something stinky's under the seat
Wrapped up in
And the peaches and the mangos
That you could sell for me
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind?
This
to be everything
Just bidin' my time
Watching trashy tv
Bout drunk bitch fights
Got 5 figures
And a compact car
With fuckin' subwoofers
Subwoofers
a lot
Me tell them boy
Like the container
Get me car
Upper
Down a container
All my cars
All my cars
Everything is a Foreign
Foreign foreign Foreign
a container, water finds its level to rise
It's mass is less than the atmosphere's, or is that more government lies?
I want to tell you all I know
It's just
I chopped the top off a hard top
I tricked the interior out with mink
Then I add the shoes on the feet
You can hear my car comin' up the street
I'm
like football and porno and books about war
I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my
I chopped the top off a hard top
I tricked the interior out with mink
Then I add the shoes on the feet
You can hear my car comin' up the street
I'm
一个猫饼
There's a cat pie
贴在路的中心
Lying in the middle of the street
圆圆扁扁的猫饼
Round and flat
一个猫饼
A cat pie
连着一个猫饼
After a cat pie
整条马路贴满猫饼
The whole
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