Lyrics:
even got my arms stretched,
Thank Me Later, first week, I'm takin' all bets
Because a million copies really isn't really far-fetched
Yeah, I keep
We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll "Set It Off" like
We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll "Set It Off"
the night
Roll one, I'ma light
Know I got the pack
2 cars in the front
1 in the back
Know that money stacked
Champagne's on ice
Do it once, do it twice
blött
Nu ska vi ner på City så jag slukar nu en Whiskey
För det är ju Classic Car Week
Det festas natten lång
Det spelas hög musik
Och en härlig akustik
to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doin' fifty a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My
Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle
Shit was all good just a week ago
About to start snitchin', ain't you?
Ready to start bitchin', ain't
down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
took a whole two fucking weeks to get the thing done for my job
Super-egos don't like slobs
Living in a classic case of boy meets racket
Na na nah
I
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doin' fifty a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My
Mr dNA, flow so Jurassic
Clumsy archeologist about to drop a classic
Damn right we got a t-rex
I paid for that in plastic
Clumsy archeologist about
niggas know you can’t
Really fuck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
GOOD music together we too Jurassic
Niggas straight plastic
Ramadan
she ride on top like it's a carousel
So infectious, I'm addicted, how would she ever fail
All my works are classic, maybe this my Magnum Opus
Too
on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat
I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars
Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours
I'm
you we ballin outta control
Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
Any kind of car C.M.B
million dollars plus two hundred grand in three weeks
Supermodel suck me clean, I love my little neat freaks
Everyone on my team eats
I employ my
Joselyn
Watch me, binoculars, can't stop me like rainin'
If you love me, then stay, girl, don't leave like my daddy
I been makin' trips every week, light
Drove her car to California
She said she heard about a Pier
in Santa Monica
There were rides that she could go on
Palm trees and hot, hot sun
They would
A classic car with shiny chrome
Takes me all around
I don’t have much to say
But we move in the same way
Comes to pick me up
Saturday to let it on out
Shimmy
ends, running low on cash
Pops been gone a week, now she pagin' my Dad
Came in with some pizzas like nothing had happened
Now we just laughin', jammin'
Bad ass bitch she was the one to holla at
Had another bitch by the name of Pricilla
You know that bad bitch, she taste like vanilla
In my car looking
old guitars
People feel young in classic cars
The ocean makes room for fallen stars
Some things just don't change
I saw Jerry a week ago
Picture in
Fifty four with a classic
NYC
Out here travelling for a week
New York City
Man we out here in New York man
Let's go
I just flew in NYC, I'm out here
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