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country enough
Great big speakers in his little foreign automobile
Tires lookin' flat like he's just about rollin' on wheels
What he's playin's makin'
automobile, yeah?"
Well now, they wore out all of my tires
And walked off four of my wheels
Lord
Who?
Who-ooh-oooh, talk to me
Who?
Baby, baby talk
a three up, now I don't feel real
She gave me some top then I kicked her ass out of the automobile
Tires squealed as I peeled... Away from my problems, I
be for real
I wanna talk
You wanna appeal
Stabbing the tires out automobiles
Acting a fool
Where yo momma nem live
You been acting different lately
But
John deer round half the field
Or Polish 2 tires on that automobile
On a going out Friday night
You won’t last long in this town
This dry county
it's time I said me a few choice words
All about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
in the mud my automobile's going nowhere fast
All four tires are sunk right in up to it's axles
I'll try it again, I'll try it again
I'm mud
Some people are just like an automobile
They'll run fine when every thing is right
When the roads are all clear and the weather is fine
the wheel
The tires squeal on my automobile
Drive-thru enjoy a meal
But don’t leave stains on the seats
She know me too well; I make a mess when I eat
Fancy
temps d’un coup de fil
On prévient personne, on se tire, monte dans l’automobile
Pour tout le monde ce sera un crime, mais on a un mobile
On nous oblige
I took a ride in an automobile
Pushed my hands out against the wheel
Asked a girl if she needed a ride
She said, ""Sure, babe, but I wanna drive""
Dans les campagnes, il y a les filles
Les filles qui vont chercher l'eau
À tire larigot
Les filles font la file, gentilles
Et tout en parlant
Dans les campagnes, il y a les filles
Les filles qui vont chercher l'eau
À tire larigot
Les filles font la file, gentilles
Et tout en parlant
I was crazy to think crazy to chase
Chasing this automobile
I tend to think were you ready to race
Racing this automobile
It's a machine it's
I was crazy to think crazy to chase
Chasing this automobile
I tend to think were you ready to race
Racing this automobile
It's a machine it's
Yeah
Purps on the beat, Purps on the beat
From Cali to New Orleans
And back
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave
at was slick and lean
Had Perreli tires it was fly by wire
It made rumbling sounds
Growled when she was wound
Was an ass-kicking automobile
Oh how I miss
getting' so tired of these tires
I always try my best, dot every T
But when it comes to my automobile
It's always breakin' down on me
I asked the mechanic
and automobiles
Starship stamp tickets rocket passports
Cruise control pit stop and crash ya dashboard
Keep my tires rollin never slip like stud less
Causing
the war
Fightin' for freedom, he's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four
the war
Fightin' for freedom, he's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four
wanted anything so much
I've got to have one - I want a girl in a pick-up truck
Power steering, gun rack, spare tire in the back
Goose neck trailer
he pullin' my tracks, finna make me cum quick
Nigga, don't pull out, baby, it's too fire
Fuckin' me right, this shit so tight, it grip like new tires
of cars a lot of smog (well, not as much as L.A.)
It's pretty hazy when a blowout in a tire becomes
Such a big desire for idiots to watch, slow down it
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