Lyrics:
And there, there was no one, no one
There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go up into the blue
But there's a ten year queue
Columbia is in top
a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That's a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin' on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty
to lose
Baby come on
Now get yourself in gear
Baby baby come on
Still cruisin' after all of these years
Everybody got a favorite spot
Where they
child for Saks Fifth
In the catalog where it say next year
Put my order in this is Corvette gear
In the T top with her knees cocked
I'm so
Just like Santa, I come around once a year
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn
Just look for all your
jewels that we don't cop
What, you new? You actin' like the Roc ain't hot
Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top
And even if they don't make drops
and collected
Laughin' and joking made life easier
Hard times, momma on crack
A four-year-old telling his nanny he needed her
His family history pimpin'
We can ride on the wind
'Cause I feel a gypsy honeymoon
Comin' around again
Throw the car in gear
Put the zoom on the lens
'Cause we're hot
giggles underneath the sheet
She doesn't care about the cars she used to drive
She gets a new one every year
She shuts her past out, that's the way she
the cop that keep my gear in park
Pull me out the car to give me black thought
But fuck it, this shit's all kinda player
This shit my mama flavor
This
We can ride on the wind
Cause I feel a gypsy honeymoon
Comin' around again
Throw the car in gear
Put the zoom on the lens
Cause we're hot
why
Girls in cars are driving through the city
Breaking hearts, but looking awful pretty
Baby, not so fast
Make the summer last
Top down summer
Are
We need more Rose,
My bitches gettin' thristy,
My words like New Years,
Christmas came early, (Burr!)
Got these bitches urling,
My earring's
school lets out and the summer's here
We'll have some time for the sun
Throw my notebooks out and put my car in gear
We'll be having some fun
Drivin'
the mountain top
You'll need a two car garage
And it's the ocean flowing in our veins
Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears
Oh..Cause we could have
will rise
In rented gear two thousand years we waited for a man
But with a tattooed tit she'd die for us all tonight.
And she will come from India
on
Josephine's a-drivin' a hot rod Ford
Flat-top that'll really eat up the road
One leg's up, sticking out the rear
Something that really take it away from here
girl
[Wiz Khalifa:]
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what gear I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm
danced in paris
I swam in oceans, felt the scales
Put my cd in starbucks, it did not sell
Get the cd out my car, turned it into myself
These piano keys
been defyin' gravity now goin' on a hundred years
It was paper wings, faith, and dreams
That's how we got from there to here
A nickel brought a soda
Seeing if a seven-digit check cleared
All in the connect's ear
Driving cars that come out next year
Block lit, all I did was come out for some
Every year when summer comes around
They stretch a banner 'cross the main street in town
You can feel somethin's happenin' in the air
Well, from
TopGear
Lightning McQueen, we go TopGear
Yeah, Imma go dumb in the stu, go dumbo
I want a s14, fuck a lambo
Fast cars that do fast whips (Fast whips)
Make
cute but shes got no gear
I got three pair of pants and with my brother I share
So there in school I made a fool
With one and a half pair of pants,
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