Lyrics:
the Special eh, four-holer, you've never seen body panels lining up like that
Overhead cam, dual exhaust
You know I had, let's see I had, four Buicks, loved
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
Gas stations rival each other from across the street
Ads for tobacco and prices that cannot be beat
Reminiscing of dreams filled with concrete
I need so much money
I don't care what it cost
I need cars so fast
Flames come out the exhaust
I need
Cash
Stacks
Gas
Packs
Cash
Stacks
Gas
Luving U is Off, I knew I would pop
Foot is on the gas, you can smell the exhaust
Turned into a boss, feel like I'm Rick Ross
I can't take a loss,
the exhaust
Hit the gas
Hit the gas
Hit the gas
Hit the gas
Work
Work it baby don't you take easy
Show me you can work it while you burning down the bleezy
I
got a four barrel carb, and dual exhaust
With four, eleven gears you can really get lost.
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
Breaks are good,
It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts
4:11 gears that really get lost
Safety tubes and I'm not scared
The brakes are good and the tires are fair
reflection's how one grows old
Up the ladder to a rocking chair
Brake a little easy
Pressing on the gas real hard
Let the fire from your exhaust
Make sure that
'bout to paint it egg nog
Dual exhaust (exhaust), fuel injected (injected)
This gon' be the bike club's most requested (ghetto)
Bitch, I'm woke like
Motherfuckers, they be actin' like we cool (like we cool)
Fuck you thought this was, nigga, I ain't no fool (hahaha)
(Uh) Gas in my joint, what you smoking,
graduated from the streets
Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
Gas, I crank up a four
Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on
Yeah, I just
of four-wheeled hearts
just exhaust and cancer
heard a whisper for a wishing
in a gas station i was thinking
about fuel force feeding
what was left wasn't
it came equipped (skrrt)
Pressin' the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (strain)
Can't pull up on me, come get your chips (cash)
haven't ran out of gas yet
And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets
Fanny packs, hourglasses
If time was on my side, I'd still have none
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost.
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared.
The brakes are good,
a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair
exhaust you hearing the clutch when I'm on the move
On p.c.h whipping that Honda like that shit a rari
Baked off the gas like g.g and cookies like my name
got a twin exhaust fascination
I got the fastest car you ever seen
We got time to stop at the Dairy Queen
A&W, in my big boat
Get you a root beer float
Oh yeah, cash up
I damn near dozed off, I had to lay off it, I po' me a deuce of that raw, I had to stay off it
Smoking that Gas Exhaust, that's why
Ask ya bitch I got the sauce (Ask ya bitch)
Smoking gas I know you smell the exhaust (Know ya smell it)
Creating my own life I'm a boss (Create my
Atsuku atsuku atsuku moetagiru kokoro
Hashire hashire hashire yami o tsuranukete supersonic
Haruka sora eto hibiku exhaust note
Inochi no kodou ga
her a little smile back | Then she laughed as she hit the gas, I remembered where I was at||Chorus: ‘Cause it's hard to be cool when you're behind
DumbChild
(Ghost Face, propane
Smoking gas pussy so lame
Modify your motherfucking "Cut Face"
Eighty rounds and a motherfucking blunt graze
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