Lyrics:
a tilted bumper kit
Screw done already warned me
Bitches ain't shit
I'm fin to come through
With a tilted bumper kit
Screw done already warned me
Bitches
I said it's coming an end
Like I'm hanging outside say my sum is to a fringe
When I know what stand beside me
Eyes wide shut to whatever weed blind
Screen falling off the door, door hanging off the hinges
My feet are still sore my back's on the fringes
We tore up the walls we slept on couches
Screen falling off the door door hanging off the hinges my
Feet are still sore my back is on the fringes
We tore up the walls we slept on couches
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
Kit, where you goin'?
Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler
I have to go (are you ready?)
Lights, camera, action, you're on
Get old Ricky D,
(Chorus)
Big red Chevy with the lift kit
24's riding with the big lips
Every time I smile that’s a big drip
Flexing when I drive need a fit bit
ain't no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I'm Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range
player of a rock-oriented comedy group. Jeff's imagination has gone beyond the fringe of audience comprehension.
[Howard:] Jeff, Jeff, it's me,
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
Screen falling off the door, door hanging off the hinges
My feet are still sore my back's on the fringes
We tore up the walls we slept on couches
Can't fit, bitch, can't fit
CODEAN and fringe, Xotic drink Can't mix, ish, I'm dizzy
Have a seat, reason I can't take it Can't fit, can't fit, can't fit
Screw done already warned me -
I'm fin to come through
With a tilted bumper kit
Screw done already warned me
Bitches ain't shit
I'm fin to come
the kit on niggas
That's light work
Lamborghini bucket seats with the pipework
Now that's tight work
They say money talk, what you try to say?
Dumb
(forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I'm high as the stars)
New Chanel outchea attract
spent big racks on my shoes
Brown seats, kit Kat in coupe
Pull up to yo bloc boy and shoot
Knick knack paddywhack giving her my bone
She let me hit twice
Skin all gold she cute
Clean sheet on me
Golden boot
Treble on me
Passenger seat
Aim top bins when I shoot
Clean sheet
Turned up bagged that clean
Oh shit oh shit oh shit
Got the new car with the kit
I hopped in it with your bitch
Oh, Oh shit oh shit oh shit
Got the new car with the kit
Got
said I got the one for you, follow me
Ooh, it's too real
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight
brand new Chevy with a lift kit (hey)
Would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it (come on)
So baby, you a song
You make me wanna roll my
said I got the one for you, follow me
Ooh, it's too real
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight
fuck in cosplay
She can nyan she can nuzzle when her kitty make it rain
Hit em with that uwu baby kitty no cringe
Big titties long fringe
Bad girl no
When you start winning
Stop living on the fringes
Would your posture improve
Voice get louder when you're talking rude
When those rules you follow
right on your face
I got the best seat in the house
As the world finally collapses
Under the weight of it's bullshit self
I'm gonna plant this ass right
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