Lyrics:
a super sport nigga
Trick or treat
I flee tha bar
Stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my Audemar and said lets go
Stayed with mom & pops was military/we got stationed in places shit could vary (for real)/Fort Stewart yeah right by Savannah/Hinesville I chilled
Yeah yeah my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah my car plays tennis
Yeah yeah my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah vacation down in venice
Yeah yeah
sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what
Walkin through the club, I look drugged up like Ozzy
I leave 'em in the dust then it's, ashes to ashes
Y'all sport Jordans? Jordan sports Tashes
Alas is,
sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what
homemade baked biscuits
The land of classical Caprices and Impala Super Sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I love the women out in
to the club, 911 now that's stunting
Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang
Damn it I'm stunting, bitch I got money
Car ain't got no
homemade baked biscuits
The land of classical Caprices and Impala Super Sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I love the women out in
think
Drag racing my little red sports car
I'm not unhinged or unhappy, I'm just wild
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong
to a resort (Mill No Chill)
Blue hundreds throw my car in sport
Everything central ain’t taking no shorts
In my own lane can’t look in the rearview
Moving
hoes all over this place
I bumped a hoe from Atlanta
Named Nevanah, and I, ran a, plan up
That I had designed for
Another bitch named Savannah
Man I, had
jewelry
We can't go
Bitch I'm balling like I'm Mike
And nem in 96 I'm cold
Bitch I'm balling like
I Throw an assist
To Shaq up under that hole
EA Sports we
been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?
Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes when you gettin
sport a champion who is as beloved as this one.
And the encouraging gallery goes silent.
Eight strokes ahead of the pack, the Champion slowly starts his
The lifestyle will be!
Law keep arresting me, sucker wanna kill me
Still we're in the fast lane, grind break, next speed
A million dollar sports car, smoking
dollas worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis sooonngg
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks
on thousand dollas worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis sooonngg
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got
worth of strong
When the club bout to hear this song
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks
Dogg boy I'm be-be-bad to the bone
Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An? real car club members bang they low doors
And take photos, see
The lifestyle will be!
Law keep arresting me, sucker wanna kill me
Still we're in the fast lane, grind break, next speed
A million dollar sports car, smoking
Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks
you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just
Welcome to our club, we don't mind what you ride, be it sports-bike, cruiser or commuter
Classic, bagger, chopper, bobber, cafe-racer,
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