Lyrics:
trunk pops open (yeah)
And your licenses plate frame sounds broken (what!)
Slow cruisin with some goose in my gatorade
No excuses just night on a saturday
I ain't missing you
But trucks don't lie
Like the new one in your drive
Trucks don't lie, mm
And that Giants frame 'round his license plate
to listen to the harmony
Angel numbers on my license plate no vanity
This is my synthesis
This is my alchemy
Angel numbers on my license plate no vanity
This
the trunk get the K out the case
Make two stacks in the trap then I lace
You impatient then pick up the pace
Hit a stain on the license plate
Thouxanban
together
We got that new magic bond
See you driving around town
I know your license plate number
Hearing all of these sounds
Drinking all through
Where I'm from, we know the bang the .40 change the license plate
Plug was showin' love, so he had to up the starting rate
I just bought another Wraith,
Hop on the mic with the thrill to kill
Certified license to ill
Hop on the mic with the thrill to kill
Certified license to ill
Hop on the mic with
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
[Chorus: x2]
She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part
Unreliable, still up on my L plates
Camry stay parked the at the strip of my folks place
I just need to get paid
Run a license, run a whip, pack the trunk, lets
of your license plate
N-W-A."
[REFRAIN (x2)]
She was Chubb-y and
ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
part of my private stock and
ridin in the relax
frame
alright?
Do not race in front of me
I should not be able to see, your license plate
That means there's somethin' wrong here
This is the biggest
All these people tellin' me to fit in society's frames
This society's lame
Everyone around me looks the same
And all these people tellin' to fit in
I hear the muhfuckin' sirens
Comin' from a hunnid miles away
200k on the mileage
And spray paint on my license plate
Bad lil bitch she a model
Told
it off)
Because we don't play
Don't come round here mistake
Eyes on me like a license plate
I can't even drive my license fake
Where was you when it
a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate, a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I'm hell
truck, "I'm Him" on the license plate, hold up (yeah, yeah)
How you get all that ass with no waist? (with no waist)
Bet that pussy pretty, sit it on my
She go ahead and get it
Whipping at him umm hmm
Goddamn, I can’t feel my face umm hmm
I’m on that ass like a license plate umm hmm
Drink lean, no chase
a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate, a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I'm hell
to be
Living rich with mad shit
Yo, The software license is great, better six
Flip the new five or roll up
Then live through the tape
Straight from
swerving lanes I can't drive yeah
License taken away
I can't even drive in this state
Funds from friends
cin't receive that green shit don't mean shit
I can't see the shade thru these purple frames
I can see the play thru these purple flames
Work for days but I see it thru these purple frames
they don't know who the shooter
All white .38 and I got it from Pooda
I'll up the murder rate, nigga play I'ma do 'em
So I got the license plate so
when I’m balling you get put on skates
I’m just tryna grind so I can buy the family real estate
Plus a brand new whip with tints and California license
play
He say he got a picture of the license plate
I said fuck that Ian even tryn see they face
He like "how the fuck ima do that "?"?"
You act like
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