Lyrics:
what's it pay, where'd he go
Who will see tomorrow
Who's the mark, what's it pay, where'd he go
Dead Air Desoto
Western towns
The bustle, dust
yeah I got it
That little boy raised on deSoto a prophet
That little boy raised on the deSoto a man
You can’t tell me nothing put the money in my hand
ignorant of this
If you say so my Desoto's the significance of this
I'm good lookin', still fuckin', so fools don't make a dish
Light a candle for love, blow
if you want smoke here's a pound of rifa
Feel like my wrist is cold like a freezer B*tch i'm bout my doe but i'm no pizzeria
Shoutout desoto i'm fly
Three shootings in less than a week, all within blocks of each other
A shooting overnight at the DeSoto Bass Apartments
A shooting the night before
Dizzle too fly
Fools want a Bruce die, I'm the one that cruise by
Young with da ill flow and everybody know that
Young Roscoe Tabasco Desoto (c'mon)
I luv
Yelling "Are we there yet?"
And all of us were joined together in one common thought
As we rolled down the long and winding interstate in our '53 DeSoto
Yelling "Are we there yet?"
And all of us were joined together in one common thought
As we rolled down the long and winding interstate in our '53 DeSoto
It's like someone flipped a switch
A front porch light and a blue DeSoto
Couple of straws in a Coca-Cola
You could see it all goin' down
A handsome boy
Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats want to act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none
the ground.
Now let me untie these knots that you've tied
So tight around my heart.
Baby, I feel like daddy's Desoto
In the car that won't start.
Caught a ride in South Dakota
With two girls in a light blue Desoto
One's names was Jane
The other was plain
But they both had racing motors
Next I
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto
Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats want to act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none
Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none
Desoto
Great big horns that toots,
44 bad buttons on your every-day suit,
But now that we bent your strings
You been feelin' mean and confused
We got
cut across the country in my Thunderbird
We're from Pennsylvania
Welsh men of words
My daddy drove a Desoto
I drive a Thunderbird
My
Caught a ride into South Dakota
With two girls in a light blue Desoto
One's name was Jane, the other was plain
But they both had racing motors
bitches talking shit about a Hollywood hit song
You can come West but you will never be West Coast
Dumping all these motherfuckers deep in the DeSoto
Oh no,
the Desoto
Oh no, tell me whatcha wanna be
You can be anything but not another 3
Got the holy roller, slow blood soaker
The mask on the page of a wanted
You have to have a plan and see straight
Spot me
Bradley Please
Going for a PR, indeed
And i hit it so i cross the peak
Desoto is the street
NELK
Nigga this my Dallas flow
Got fam from the H to Desoto though
I bang from LA to a million stores
I probably had to walk through a hundred doors
I
(more than a decade ago, though)
Damn right I spout these reems
This texan diverse as Desoto
Kill every beat what I'm all about
In the doghouse we ain't
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