Lyrics:
My arm comes out my car, my window down
Like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
First these bitches love it, then they hate it
Then they hate
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise
[Kool Keith]
Raising levels Jim
Flight seven oh four three two one red four
Green expanding to one
Moving levers up at seven decimal
to get tinted
Bought mine, no rented
I bet Enterprise feel offended
Since WISL all about business
Windows need to get tinted
Bought mine, no rented
I
fine
Seven checks just landed if you ask me I’m just getting by
Focused on the bigger picture
Building an enterprise
From writing hooks to turn
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Allah yr7em lwalid khouti peace l3alam can fuck off
Nhar te7t l9it
to you, I'll do whatever I gotta do
I'm looking out from a window seat
Halfway back, aisle twenty three
Man, I wish that I could fly this thing
Give
out the window
Outdoor roasting indoor, comprende gringo?
Its El Barto, low in these Espacros
88 Monte Carlo, moving heavy cargo
Hitting quick like
how much time will you waste (Your time keeps on ticking)
Aww man, don't waste your life away
Uh
Sun shining through your window, you start to awake
feel like I'm chosen
The things I experienced were meant to shatter me but I'm unbroken
I was born in double 0 just made a seven I feel like James Bond
Scarcity...
The scarcity papers...
7Set the team...
Im here to build an enterprise
My whole team is all wise
We got knowledge but we street niggas
uh-huh)
Against my window (uh-huh)
{singing} I can't stand the rain!
I feel the wind
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Begin, I sit on Hill's like
One, two, three, four giffies outta Speedway
Five, six, seven Scats racing up the freeway
Eight, nine bands off the scams
it was free pape'
Ten
(Germoney)
Yeah
Chill' in 'ner Karre wie die Enterprise (Hah), immer meine Gang dabei (Gang)
Du solltest dich glücklich schätzen, wenn ich dir
Run the track
Me, I'm supa fly, supa dupa fly
Supa dupa fly (I can't stand the rain)
Me, I'm supa fly (against my window)
Supa dupa fly, supa
(Run the track)
Me, I'm supa fly, supa dupa fly
Supa dupa fly (I can't stand the rain)
Me, I'm supa fly (against my window)
Supa dupa fly,
it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if
Windows on the whip so tinted you can't see behind
Broke lil baby heart and for that I apologize
Had to cheer myself bought a condo in the sky
Office
and not a costume
Memories of an auto crash head smashes into window glass
Still here with the marks one of the forgotten class
Lucky number seven
I'm
people should enterprise
And I'm like if you don't get yo' ass in this ride from Enterprise
That I rented it yesterday and got to have in by 5
With
in her thighs
She telling me about how black people should enterprise
And I'm like, if you don't get your ass in this ride from enterprise
That I
the package up the temple come back home and get PAID
Seven Days about a week a nigga gotta get PAID
Quit yo hatin get on yo job and hoe you can get PAID
Like
window shopping
If he still breathing, TTG and 40, spin the block
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is seven pounds of pressure for it
plus de tera de se qui parait
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Li Bgha yghderni mn lor hi btawil tansde9 hi 7awih
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