Lyrics:
four stroke giving out smoke
No plate blow chase
As it goes I weren't involved
I heard the feds want donuts
Free smoke you donuts
Catch the pack in
a gasoline frenzy
The music swells - in four-stroke beats
Start it up - the engine growls
The music drives - the crowd goes wild
A crossroad comes but we
on fire
250 Four stroke gotta hold her down
Clutch in twist it and you hear her growl
A slip her into 2nd and they're on the prowl
Quick flick that switch
and problem to be fixed
There was the smell of oil and gasoline and wind was coming in the open door
That doesn't happen anymore, now there's a war
Four stroke
once had a dream
To tell me that I'm
I'm swimming but I'm four strokes past the bearing I've been
And this ocean keeps pushing me out with the tide
S-O-B-E-R
Fuck loving all the opps that gave me all these fucking scars
And I said that I was tough but does that now mean I am hard
She gave me four strokes
in
Step right up to his game
One by two by three by four
Stroke of midnight lock your doors
Five by six by seven by eight
Discover the others,
will look down on you
That way forever
There you sit mouth wide open
Animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels the four stroke man
Opens wide
believing
That those eyes will look down on you
That way forever
There you sit mouth wide open
Animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels the four
me.
Trail along.
My leather jacket's buttoned up.
And my four-stroke song
Will pick you up when your last class ends;
And you can tell all your
or four strokes
Then I'm onto the next, shit like a par four
I'm a raw-ass nigga, 6'4", tall-ass nigga
With a sick flow, y'all ask Jigga
How much did
malicious
D-Block, finish that and cop more dope
Ha, I'm two-stroke, you four-stroke
If you got enough cigars we can all smoke (light it)
Ain't nothin'
and McQueen
Yeah, pants so clean they look like some Dockers
Ride the four stroke and I crank the throttle
This shit so sturdy I wheelie through potholes
fuck on
I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I ain't frontin'
The sex was wack, a four-stroke creep
stroke four.
I knew the 1100 was the man to burn.
I ruled the straightaways, he had me in the turns.
As they blasted out of the high bank
The ninja
those eyes will look down on you
That way forever
There you sit mouth wide open
Animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels the four stroke man
Opens
cage, I'm ridin' high
And there is no one better step 4 stroke
4 the girl in the cage, there's still hope
And as you peep the scheme of things
cage,
I'm ridin' high
And there is no one better step
4 stroke
4 the girl in the cage, there's still hope
And as U peep the scheme of things
Soup spoon eating good get Another helping
Real facts
Its helpless
Par four. 4 strokes in her Fuchsia
Gave her all the reserve I didnt use up. Walking
those eyes will look down on you
That way forever
There you sit mouth wide open
Animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels the four stroke man
Opens
chance...
Then I'm a ticking time bomb
Counting the days
Til I leave this place
On my 4 stroke heartache escape
I wish I didn't have to say
You're dead
cultivate in confidence
I knew that enough was enough
Now, I pull start a 4 stroke with no primer, all choke
Crankshaft with no throws
Spend time on tutorials
that I'd do better, swore I'd get things done
The only thing I don't know
Is just how far I'll go
I am an engine
Feel my motor run
High octane four
four strokes then you cum
Baby come sleep with me
No bitch is more kinky
Need it big, no small pinky
Give this pussy hickeys
Rip my shirt by its seams
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