Lyrics:
Yeah yeah my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah my car plays tennis
Yeah yeah my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah vacation down in venice
Yeah yeah
don't need no alcohol, you don't need no Perc
You just need this work
When I put it on you, I heal you
You don't need no council, you don't need church
sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what
Walkin through the club, I look drugged up like Ozzy
I leave 'em in the dust then it's, ashes to ashes
Y'all sport Jordans? Jordan sports Tashes
Alas is,
sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what
to the club, 911 now that's stunting
Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang
Damn it I'm stunting, bitch I got money
Car ain't got no
think
Drag racing my little red sports car
I'm not unhinged or unhappy, I'm just wild
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong
to a resort (Mill No Chill)
Blue hundreds throw my car in sport
Everything central ain’t taking no shorts
In my own lane can’t look in the rearview
Moving
lames
Would try to kill us?
We supposed to be family
To the standards they ain't live up
Checking the car for bombs at gas
Stations where I fill up
Fell
jewelry
We can't go
Bitch I'm balling like I'm Mike
And nem in 96 I'm cold
Bitch I'm balling like
I Throw an assist
To Shaq up under that hole
EA Sports we
been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?
Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes when you gettin
sport a champion who is as beloved as this one.
And the encouraging gallery goes silent.
Eight strokes ahead of the pack, the Champion slowly starts his
The lifestyle will be!
Law keep arresting me, sucker wanna kill me
Still we're in the fast lane, grind break, next speed
A million dollar sports car, smoking
worth of strong
When the club bout to hear this song
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks
on thousand dollas worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis sooonngg
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got
dollas worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis sooonngg
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks
Dogg boy I'm be-be-bad to the bone
Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An? real car club members bang they low doors
And take photos, see
I come from nothing They say
Hailed from a world Without silver spoon
Diamonds or pearls
Just humble beginnings
In a small
Council house
But please
The lifestyle will be!
Law keep arresting me, sucker wanna kill me
Still we're in the fast lane, grind break, next speed
A million dollar sports car, smoking
Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks
you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just
Welcome to our club, we don't mind what you ride, be it sports-bike, cruiser or commuter
Classic, bagger, chopper, bobber, cafe-racer,
in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
Yellow tabs on my
friend's tonight
Wanna see them legs pointed to the north star
Slow it down speed it up just like my sports car yeah
You don't even know
I got places we
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