Lyrics:
my hot rod mama
And you're really built for speed
When I reach that final destination
I will drive your car and leave you compensation
With a little
Life is just a V8 with extractors plated in chrome
It helps you get there faster
But it's no help if you're alone
Life is like a hot rod with
machine
You're my hot rod mama
And you're really built for speed
When I reach that final destination
I will drive your car and leave you compensation
hot rod mama
And you're really built for speed
When I reach that final destination
I will drive a car and leave a compensation
With a little
then Rich have 'em custom lil' vans
I'm a star, I'm a star in a bulletproof van
Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man
Told her let's do it,
Quarantine season
My bitches hot like a fever
If she calm that she want leave me
I’m quick to give her a reason
Shawty tryna buy my love
But my heart
done been got that
I get hot fast call it a hot flash
This mumble jumble is not rap
I'll show you real rap on a different level
And at the end you can
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
comin' straight out of Virginia (woo)
DJ's in the mix shows
You better go to the record store and cop that shit (oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
hot rod mama
And you're really built for speed
When I reach that final destination
I will drive a car and leave a compensation
With a little
Give it up... we gon' show, you how we party
[timbaland (whispering)] up jumps da boogie (repeat 3x)
(repeat all 4x)
Verse one: magoo
I fiend
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
comin' straight out of Virginia (woo)
DJ's in the mix shows
You better go to the record store and cop that shit (oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers
Califas Check
Miami Yeah
New York allí
Chicago también
Texas were there
Atlanta uh uh
DC what what
Seattle invasion
Virginia check
Detroit yeah
Las
wheels, Big Willie shit
Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick
I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled
Still pimpin', ridin' 'round town
HOT ROD
© 2021 Geza X
This is a song of teenage love and lust!
He cruises to the burger stand and hangs out
Shows his car off to the gang and they
I'm a big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their clothes and Rolls
Or sit on the porch, sip something real
And that's not a possibility cause
You big plastic girl
I'mma big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their
large
I fantasized bout foreign cars n foreign broads to ride the rod
I cast it far n reel it forward
Manifest what's destined for us
Golden rims
Wunna
Gettin' all these 100's
Shawty wanna fuck wit' a rockstar
Me and Eli, drivin' around in foreign cars
Pickin' up foreign broads
I got a rod, no wave
And that's not a possibility cause
You big plastic girl
I'mma big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their
At the hot rod show, when the Kingsmen came
And that bass guitar it rattled my frame
And it shook you to
The Corvette was Big Daddy Ross design
Get you
(wee straight)
Pull up to the club on dubs
Whey these niggas playa hate
Custom trucks and cars
With a system bumping hard
Smoking dro outta jars
Bout
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