Search results for 'Pence Per Loaded Mile'

'Crisco and Oakland
Keep some grizzly city can’t
Forget what home is
Still my money crumble like sour D's
At a hundred mile per hour speed
I’ll be damned if

You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

Drivin' more than thousand miles per hour
Killin' while I drive some child and flower
That's allright there is no fright
Sittin' in a car with lots

with a lot of gore!

I'm on the run, with a loaded gun.
I can tell you this right now, this sure is fun
100 miles per hour, can you feel this power?
I'm

making good time
On mile one thirty-three there's a warning sign
Seven percent grade a long and steep decline
His truck is loaded to the limit it's a one

Diferent..different..different
My mind moves at a thousand miles per hour
I watched people i loved my whole life turn sour
Fucked up, thinking bout the same shit for a hour
I

paid per view
R.i.p
Xplosion
Weighing like a ton, loaded gun
When you see, know you niggas gonna run
Big drum, all you niggas all done
You dumb
You old,

Or a fully loaded gun? 
Quite frankly I don't believe them
No, not that hurt you spit
One hundred and one
Miles per hour

You, my friend
Must think you're

is those cars that have those really loud engines
Just to go three miles per hour
Everybody knows you have a really fast car, but where are you going

a m&m
Candy coded locked & loaded busit baby I'm a 10
Said I got you speeding onna highway
90 miles per hour 100 to get my place
Pedal to the metal, I'm

leave me lone
Bitches tryna call my phone
I don’t talk wanna talk now I don’t wanna talk now


In a hellcat hundred miles per hour yeah we on the go
How

fucking Peter Parkers'
You niggas canceled checks, ya mouth running sprints
100 miles per hour you ain't cross the finish line yet
Ain't nobody gotta like

their poodle off of a 75th floor ledge

Doink! And he's headed for the ground

At a hundred and seventy five thousand miles per hour

And curchunk he's

weren't blowin' no trace
Man had to get it de-restricted
Loaded the dash and my seat just lifted
Buss the red lights and the jakes just missed it (skrrt)