Lyrics:
injection cutoffs and chrome-plated rods, oh, yeah
(I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money)
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waiting
injection cutoffs and chrome-plated rods, oh, yeah
(I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money)
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waiting
[GREASED LIGHTNIN']
(This car could be automatic, systematic, hydromatic..)
Why it's greased lightnin'!
I'll get some overhead lifters and four-barrel
Ain't no lightnin' and there ain't no thunder
Not a single drop of rain come down
Might be blue skies that I'm under
But I'm bein' followed by
bother tryin’ to find me
When the lightnin’ strikes
I will be followin’ the sun
When the lightnin’ strikes
I’ll be long gone
I met my love in a roadhouse
me a taste
I knew she'd be good for a game
Dancin' out on the floor she was ready for more
She knew all the boys by their names
I said hey sweet thing
in it.
Ray Charles and Lightnin' Hopkins
And a guy like Jimmy Reed
Bo Diddley and Big Mabel
Be all I need!"
It was a dream, a dream I had last
they'll be waitin' at the door
You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real pussy wagon-greased lightnin'
[Chorus]
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up
of things last year, humbled by my vanity
i tried to b da man that i planned to be, but fell in insanity, i started actin' angrily and realized
that blood
Vincent and Jerry Lee
Lightnin' Hopkins, Jimmy Reed
And the machine, it plays for free
Down at the Flat Top Joint
The Flat Top Joint
Folks down
and Jerry Lee
Lightnin' Hopkins, Jimmy Reed
And the machine, it plays for free
Down at the Flat Top Joint
The Flat Top Joint
Folks down there are
Pump ya breaks
Chump to be safe you'd probably ride a
Bike wit' a helmet on it
If I ride ya helmet gone
I clap the gats 'til e'ry shell is gone
We don't
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
for the projects, thousands of dollars on a sideBet
Selling cociana off of my steps, the rest of the opps gon' die next
I miss Tyquan, Big-E Gone , I
can make it easy on yourself
Some other love will call my name when you're away and I'll be gone
And there's no other who could love you more
I keep
while in my no man's land
I don't ride for no one
No one rides for free
Just like smokestack lightnin'
You can't catch me
Move by night
I'll
got to the place I got me a taste
I knew she'd be good for a game
Dancin' out on the floor she was ready for more
She knew all the boys by their
been an option
If you ain't got no haters then you not popping
I be beating up beats like Bernard Hopkins
I don't slow dance I don't hold hands
You got
Hopkins, I'm Jimmy, this is Bully
Why do I have to go through this cruelty?
I got fucked over by a bitch for the twelfth time
Cut her off for good I hope it
nothin'
All I hear is echoes
Of the words we said
All the battles they play over in my head
We were close to heaven
Now it's gone to hell
And so I
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
Cause these niggas be hating these niggas be plottin
This shit getting wicked and bodies are droppin
These gone bitches fuck when you on and you poppin
Grr target locked in
Guns cocked see sparks firing
Thats just a simple warning
There gone be
Way more moms mourning
We just want them cars thats foreign
bitches in a hearse
Listen how quickly ill thoughts disperse out my brain like a sweet ass curse (cursed)
Watch how I take the whole game by storm swiftly
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