Lyrics:
spin front wheel
Lap dance bang’ dlile
Two tone now we chilling
Focus on the the deal
Two spin front wheel
Lap dance bang’ dlile
The speed is in
Yeah, oh whoa oh
Yeah, oh, oh whoa
Who am I when it's dark outside (oh whoa)
Who am I whippin front wheel drive (oh whoa)
Who am I, I'm a fucked up
No one's watching us, don't give a fuck
Wheels on the bus
I'm holding it down up in the front
Wheels on the bus
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Wheels on the bus
speed
And the the front wheel punctured
Gyal on me she want loving
Chico cutting
Ain't no bluffing
Cos I'm hunting gee
10 racks up in 50 notes and I
420 SPECIAL, 420 SPECIAL
420 SPECIAL, 420 SPECIAL
S.R. that spell "Essare"
Ridin' down town, got my slime in the front
Hand on the wheel, hand on my
Go
Power Ranger with the gadget, watch it go
Go, Go
I skirt the tires on that front-wheel drive, after making your girl cream like oatmeal pie
Power
I done seen it all
Youngins 12 o'clock with no front wheel at all
Man down, jammed glock, back against the wall
Man now, Hancock, I'm a superstar
One wheel in front of the other, forward motion
Woodgrain still grippin, front wheel motion
Movin in silence, money on the wild end
Money keep pilin,
and disguise
Thrown in the front wheel
Shame and disguise
Thrown in the front wheel
And I fall forever
Into my own arms
To my own ground
Cause right now I'm my
a new front wheel
We are two
Sunflowers at dusk
Waiting for another day
Now that our axle is bent
Me & you are italic slants
So, find me a new front
wit' a daredevil stuntman
Wit' my front wheel straight in the air
I do this shit for real, I ain't fakin' it
Player
My niggas ride these right you say
And the apple in young Steve's eye
Yeah take back your losing streak
Check your front wheel drive
Take back Pasadena
Take back El Salvador
Take back
torture
And the apple in young Steve's eye
Yeah take back your losing streak
Check your front wheel drive
Take back Pasadena
Take back El Salvador
injections Jerry Lee's got front wheels
I've got completed systems on this time
you'll really love the feel
Satin sheets crawl up and down my lovely bed
If
vampires
The moon is not your mother
Even if she is preparing for a total eclipse
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind
Young Weezy F. Baby, hottest nigga on the block
used to wheelie bicycles, now i wheelie motorbikes
Pop a front wheel off
Chill up in the pillow
Young Weezy F. Baby, hottest nigga on the block
used to wheelie bicycles, now i wheelie motorbikes
Pop a front wheel off
Chill up in the pillow
is my assignment
And I promise you gon feel me like blind men
Roll or roll over like front wheel alignment
Tell the lil rappers don't come near
or roll over like front wheel alignment
Tell them little rappers don't come near the giant (Street Runnaz, bitch)
Uh, now I'm smellin' myself
Flow sicker
the moon is not your mother and if she is preparing for a total eclipse, get behind the wheel stay in front of the storm. Get behind the wheel stay in front
crushed my head
Garcon, where's my drink?
Wreck!
Observe the front wheel spinning upside down
Wreck!
The red reflector fragments strewn around
Wreck!
There's a side of you, could bring on homicide
But livin' in a cell changes my view
Maybe your automobile could lose its right front wheel
It
ass taint Rolling around these streets
Front wheel skirt
Back wheel skirt
Pull up Lamborghini, but my clothes from H&M
I know that they watching, got
grill like a truck
Lifters tickin', accelerator's stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now we're eight deep
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