Lyrics:
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
Sorry for
Wheels on the throne go 'round and 'round
Each cycle is where God's eyes can be found
Ezekiel saw the sights and he heard the loudest sound
The great
you I miss you so much, you're a thousand miles away
I'm at the wheel of my car and I'm coming on home to you, yeah
Lonely hearts, they're not made
and drift dat
MAD TING
4 Wheel drive
Rims dem shine
Gas tank full reach gal anytime
Pocket dem and a nuh mosquito coil
Tell a katty seh fi ring mi telephone
THE WORLD.....YA DIIIIIG?
[Bridge: JR Writer]
This that get 'em sound
This that get it down
This that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin around
This that pick a clown, size
the wheels spinning
Sky's so full of broken stars
Sunlit hills and fancy cars
Sky's so full of broken stars
sunlit hills and fancy cars
Between the highway
version (version);
Ooh, please make it a session (session);
Not another version (version)!
Hey, you been talkin' all your mouth full of lies,
Sitting
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, Southside 'til they bury me
BX, two TEC's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
the ones befo' him
A Sweet full of 'dro
(and what?) a cup of Pro-M (huh)
Muthafuckas would act like they
Ain't know him
His mentality was, "Fuck that
I'll
Bush
I promise y'all, I'm gon' be prepared
'Cause I ain't trustin' my weapon, either
And that's the reason I keep a spare, yeah
Yeah in the streets, I'm
He likes my Russian accent
He likes my eyes
Baby give me some passion
I want it in full size
My underwear transparent
You will admise
I got them from
Don't give a fuck, no I can't spare one nigga
No I do not have five wheels, I can't spare one nigga
Talkin' like I'm on the last cigarette
'Cause I had
the course of course I'm cordial when I'm reportin
I won't distort, I don't contort
connect conduct collect console or conceal
In full control of the roll
stop
Bridge: JR Writer
This that get 'em sound
This that get it down
This that two-step, wheel shaker, spin around
This that pick a clown, size him up,
all a real song
Yeah
Let me get my key ahum
Well I'm looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecoach full of feathers
it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full
at mcdonald's
And me and you selling fucking tapes in the bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No limit
working at McDonald's
And me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug
at McDonald's
And me and you selling fucking toasted up ?
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No limit
pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
right. Well, they
all a real song
Yeah
Let me get my key ahum
Well I'm looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecoach full of feathers
I'm trying to catch a vibe
Blessings by the boatload
Only time I'm looking over size
Bible by my bedside
Every chapter hidden deep inside
I'm so full
cold hand
Play with that paper you’ll be
In a wheel chair I
Knock them wheels off nigga you
Gonna need a spare
Yeah im goin off like the lights ain't
Silence him heart quick
When the bullet them start shift
Shorty pull off quick and
She handle the wheel sick
Some boy think a name brand badness
Them
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