Lyrics:
you pull up in a Taurus, Ford (Focus)
You still can't afford this (Aston)
I just pulled up in a Martin, no Lawrence (yeah, aight)
I'm on tour like
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
why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
homies getting rich, Glory to the Lord
At the club like
Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood
Man I done made
a black bin liner in the boot of your car
Dump the leaves in Potters Bar
Your old Ford Zephyr ,your old Ford Zephyr
Won't start, start, start, start,
homies getting rich, Glory to the Lord
At the club like
Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood
Man I done made
akwu m mana everyday ipasa na club anwu so nkwu abulo
Mbosi obula m ga enwe gi am taking my money
Nga etiche kwa gi abulo
Ochicha mere ihe eboro oke so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Built Ford F-150, tough
I ain't never gon' switch shit, no
Spin this in the car or the club, er' body gon' jump like damn
a lifestyle, naked bitches on sailboats
Foreign cars on a freight train for every nigga they railroad
Rent-a-cars we road run, money longer than train smoke
I
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
Bing bong
Fuck your life
Aye, yuh, yuh
We getting funky tonight
Wake up in the morning got our party on
Bouta catch a plane to the club cuz we flyer
Tom Fords and act like you see (right)
You thirsty for a dream
Leaving me drowning
Boy there ain't no S-O-S (no, no, no)
Filled with discontent
don't even know it
This a thousand-dollar cup of lean and you don't even know it
This a half a million-dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up
for a one night stand, no mingers
I just want a bit of ass (Let me hit that)
I'm an asshole baby
I only got a Ford this ain't a car show baby
I don't
Upping my dollars my bag is up
We in the club told her back it up
Should I take the Rollie or Audemars
VVS out with the foreign cars
I'm tryna fuck with
here for weeks
Rain hail ice I'm sweeping up neat
I just came out of Flannels Cisco
I came in I stepped out clean
Ford focus I see that up in my mirrors
know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean
And you don't even know it
This a half a million dollar car
You don't even know it
I came up from bottom, you
the street, in the car
Super high, low low key
Gotta watch for enemies
Burn ‘em with the third-degree
Burn ‘em with the fuckin heat
Key that mothafucka’s car
a physical
This my city, nigga everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
LA
lehn dich nicht an's Car
Weil die Bitch ist wirklich heiß, doch hat Spikes an ihrem Arsch ey
LaFerrari got 'em horses, giddy up (Giddyuh)
That Ford
pints and a good time
Check me stress free, man I love life
Young minds gotta' unwind sometimes
Step in the club and have fun
Drinks at the bar, let's
they diss our name (what?)
Like we won't go the car and get them things
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
To the fight with Whitey Ford
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
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