Lyrics:
Take a ride in my Go-Kart
Take a ride in my Go-Kart
Take a ride in my Go-Kart
Take a ride in my Go-Kart
Rock side to side I steal cars
Go-karts
piss'n'pood on
Kinda funny 'cause I used
To get piss'n'pood on
Like "dong dong Diddy Kong Kong", seen?
So much piss'n'poo
Mario Kart get piss'n'pood on
In
digits on you hoes
Fuck the club up
Fuck the club up
Fuck the club up bitch
Fuck the club up
Fuck the club up
Fuck the club up
Fuck the club up bitch
Fuck
Kart
We breakin' all these shells, we going bananas
Tonight I'm living large like I'm Nicki Minaj
We got un, deux, trois - yeah that's a ménage
Zoomin'
jeder
Wer hat dich verarscht mit deinen Bricks du Fickfehler
Komm komm mit um die Ecke
Brech den Stein auf
Ich zauber dir ein Lächeln
TAK TAK auf Kart
Eminem
In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
the pinky, hit her right like winky
Got the club looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky
In a 600 Benz, a couple bitches they friends
And we just getting
(Baller)
(Shot caller)
(Twenty inch blades on the Impala)
(Call her, gettin' laid tonight)
(Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike)
(Happy
trap like its legal
She got more miles than a 02 Impala
I remember riding in a 02 Impala
Yea i came up on a bag overcame all my problems
Im upper echelon
spendin' that shit, he gon' do it on coke
Went from hoppin' Impala's to hoppin' out Rovers
Tuh, yea, now I'm on got damn timing
(Timing)
Big booty bitch
Lass mich, bin im Dreamland
Pop sie aber nie Xans
80WAVE das sind real friends
Ich geb Gas, bunte Welt, Mario Kart
Schau mich an, ey ich mach money
Club, checkin' at your body, baby
Steadily tossin' that cash flow, baby
'Cause you drive me crazy, won't you be my lady?
Betcha, I can make your body
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah, ah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm, mm, mm
In the Playa's Club
Checkin'
Kanye told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04
But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores
All we
Kanye told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04
But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores
All we
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Uhh uhh uhh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm mmm mmm
In the playa's club
Checkin' at your body baby
the motherfuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
[unknown] the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat
When I be thuggin' til I die
When I be thuggin' til I die
When I be thuggin' til I die til I die
Til I die go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
I left the Impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say
About the chronic, the chronic
We get money
CMB, we in the buildin' Swag Out hundred
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid, niggas
Correntes
Douradas
Correntes
De prata
Bebidas
Quilates
Rolex
Impala
Ela gosta
De marra
Pneu
Na estrada
A Pussy
É cara
Bulgari
Bem dourada
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs
the club filled to max
Popping bottles of the yac, Models in the back
Follow us back, to the crib, what it is
Shorty holla back, throwing dollars from
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