Lyrics:
you and me in our sport utility vehicles
Crusin' to 7-11 for a bag of Frito lays
Oh, you and me in our sport utility vehicles
We'll slam into four wheel
sport
I launch my fragrance called "Integrity"
I sell the fact that I can't be bought
Have I told you all about the time
That I got sucked into a hole
the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?
shoulder, and said yes would you go?
She said maybe baby, later maybe after my show
She said she wanted to get inside, of the multi vehicle
But it was
the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus, street team take shots at criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm
With the lockout
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no, I can't, no, I can't)
Uh
Rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear
Multi task, count cash,
Back,
sports car slumped snout into a beach,
their corpses giving the vehicle arms,
petrol and blood at last dripping together
but quick flashes
are on the scene of a multi-car crash near 36th Street North and Highway 169
Early reports suggest it involves two semi-trucks and a passenger vehicle
through her hair
while she play in my part
and IM never ending
cause i'm staying at start
plus i need a vehicle to be conveying my thoughts
I add my
Yea,
I like money conversations
I like to book one way vacations
757 reservations
Multi million dollar invitations
I like big cuts, laceration
A floodlit tennis court
We play nocturnal sport
And wear our skew-whiff smiles
We wear our skew-whiff smiles
A designated drive a vehicle alive
With
stupid, boring, meaningless, and a dead end to insanity.
I can't deny it's killing me, no one loses on TV. On TV.
When Sport Utiliy Vehicles are no longer
Friends and family dem no
No want yuh life shoot of
like a new sport vehicle
Nuh matter skin color
People a just people
Dem diabolical cause dem deeds
Friends and family dem no
No want yuh life shoot of
like a new sport vehicle
Nuh matter skin color
People a just people
Dem diabolical cause dem deeds
a dinner coat
And vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm
With
that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit' mad
don't ever stop itching, nigga
You know, it's about that you
Hear it right now, so
We back, people, for more
Money, more jewelry, more vehicles
Less
pro-baseball
Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport
But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Bitch, serious about my rock shrine
stroll, and I want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin' all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only
it’s a contact sport’
Steely: ‘Nah, miss me with that
He always tryna big man somebody’
Clark: (Checks his face for blood spit's) ‘Game point’
Steely
existing
Deflagration of 4
Cylinders went awry, whore
Puff of soot, sport a suit, got a job to do
Engineer packin' a P P K
For what? I don't know, maybe
You ain't supposed to be here
But you're in my space
So how can I face this blunt or two alone
It's a scooter to the ankle old sport
When I see you I
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