Lyrics:
I'm in my zone
I got my mind lit
(My mind lit)
My body's on
Auto pilot
(On my fly shit)
I'm in my zone
I got my mind lit
(My mind lit)
My body's
Wszystko rzuć mosty spal i auto weź
Na Zachód 66 jedź o tak
Z wiatrem pędź tam gdzie 6 i 6
Leć do Miasta Aniołów ile sił
Czeka cię aż dwa tysiące mil
washed our shoes with rags (mud)
This foreign here from the auction, end day, we switch out the tags (switchin' 'em out)
Cge, 1017, double R, yeah, we
again
Across America
I spoke to folks in New Orleans
With hammers in their hands
There's a waitress in Missouri
Who wants her own health plan
knowI'msayin?
Big shouts to the LES baby we see you
Put on Stella performances
While niggaz place bids at auto auctions
Re-model frames and changin rusty
for the Buffs
Shid I could've bought cribs Da Auction
I heard they going for the low
Cause they tryna rebuild Tryna Rebuild
Niggas Snitches like
cause I make money everyday
And all my niggas tote don't come this way
Don't come this way
Shordie I gotta leave in a hurry
Cause I gotta show in Missouri
that can
Make it snow it August
Diamionds awesome, Concrete ceiling
Auto Departure chinchilla carpet
Car come equipped with secret compartments
Can't be
on semiliterate idiots similar to simians monkeying around
No semi-auto similar to my throttle
My sympathy hollow it don't make a sound
No obituary pictures of your
the box of crayons
She hates the sound
But responds every time like one of Pavlov's pups
When she blows a kiss the other hand goes auto-clinch
Just in case
maybe get a small stack
Yeah we get it popping in the lot semi auto
Baby come and hold my hand we'll go to saintiago
Know I got some hitters with me
no auction
You talking shit that's gone cost ya
I heard that you had static
And I'm here so whats up
Bougie bars like I'm a Barbie
Drive fast cars
rapping shit easy but i ain't a pro
(Sounding like this why they rapping )
I dont understand what they really be rapping
That auto tune nigga not for you
an alcoholic
But you left a bad taste in me now I’m nauseous
Broke my heart and put me up for auction
So I had no option (Yeah)
You just had to catch me in my
bitch)
Oh oh
Hit me on my cell phone
Talkin on those headphones
Feeling like i'm auto in my head you're lookin well now
Diamonds got you fancy
Body got
that mask then it's no more talking
Put a nigga top on auction
Going once, that's it
I did some shit I can't forget
I'm just praying the lord forgive
We
types of autos
You would think the name was Penske
Big balling is the motto
So accounts are never empty
She gone ask me if I'm rich
Nah bitch, I'm super
controller, push your buttons
Feeling desperation
Sorta violent, auto pilot to your final destination
It's another enhancer
You don't wanna see me with
a bargain
No yellow tape but you better take caution
I'm with the steppers if you talkin then we off him
Treat it like a auction
Sell it make your profit
Got
niggas
Shit don't be changing my nigga
What the fuck is you saying my Nigga
The fuck is you saying to me tho
Fres Van Gogh shit auto Cheat code
She wanna
for flossin'
Cop the Benz, from the auto auction
we broke his window with a piece of porcelein
Stay strapped for them jealousy cats
Lay they heads,
for the fortune
For a new whip, a venom for flossin', bought a Benz from the auto auction
We broke his window with a piece of porcelain
We stay
with a Senses Fail boy, that'll never work.
He finds his label friends in the corner they huddle,
An emo cattle auction, they penetrate the bubble.
for flossin'
Cop the Benz, from the auto auction
we broke his window with a piece of porcelein
Stay strapped for them jealousy cats
Lay they heads,
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