Lyrics:
This traffic, traffic making me stay put
Traffic traffic don’t even move a foot
Traffic traffic slowing me down
Traffic, traffic going out of town
Rolling up to University
Hold up, I always thought of the University
Would be the road to success, now the tires where they rest
On the street, is gon' be
universities to study in
Sing "Amazing Grace" all the way to the Swiss banks
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no
universities to study in
Sing "Amazing Grace" all the way to the Swiss banks
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no
Strength and pain this is my Purple Rain
Nip' said no traffic in your own lane
University adversity grad
Escape the realm of the dead with my dad
CT
Ay, Kal
Yeah?
You said you had 2 games, right?
Mmhmm
What's the second game?
It's...it's Need For Speed
Foot on the gas, foot on the gas
I do
My girl you ah back up, block up, back up, block up Traffic
Pull over
My girl pull over
Pull over
Girl you got the badonkadonka
Fill up the whole
luck
Think I need a rabbit foot
Four leaf clover, ladybug
I just need something good
Turn this luck around it's tough
Late for work the traffic sucked
University) chapo
(Aha, The University) gang (Huh?)
They ain't never comin' outside (Outside)
Dropped the pin for the opps and they hide
(Where you at?)
to the city
She don't know what to do
She's got one foot in New York City
And one foot in the bayou
Taxi cabs, traffic jams
Sure do miss her candied yams
She
I'm still 1 foot in 1 foot out rap money take too long
They telling me I can die up in my city I'm still going home
Tryna change my situation
She My Lil rider , Got her foot on they necks, Ready to meet me when I hop off the Jet.
She Call me up , to make it get wet. she my right hand
Hanging out the window riding in the streets
The police can't catch up to me because I'm gone
I got my foot on the gas
My rear view shows me left em'
eyes on the road
Both hands on the wheel, you never let go
You don't like to talk to me when
Your foot's on the gas, say you're focusing
I wish we
landed university
University
Put down a deposit
To live in a closet
Away from all the questioning
And she's not supposed to feel this way
She's dated man
HarryBeatz
BGC Melody
Je confirme
Thisis Mokom
Hey
You deh university ten years now and you never graduate?
Na village people
Ten whole years no job
Alright, this is for anyone of you idiots that are out there
That wanna blame Double A for y'all acting a fool at the traffic stop
I'm talking about
All a di gal dem who know seh dem classic
Mek mi si yuh hand dem from yuh can block traffic
All rudeboy motorist
Watch it!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for
To your canvas shoes
Yeah I really think i'm into you
2x
My foots pressing the gas, Yeah
Your shoes all on my dash,
I stay in first never in last
I pray
and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for
dirty I dont got no license or tags
The feds get behind me my foot on the gas
Left lane, right lane hope I dont crash
Swervin through traffic I'm doin
I'll tell my mom "the traffic's bad"
I know being punctual is a virtue,
But for you I'd break curfew
It was pouring on the other side of town
So I had
Feed you all the flood of my pageant
(Feed you all the flood of my, yeah)
Flirt with my love while
You swervin' in traffic
(While you swervin' in
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