Lyrics:
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
walks by is every woman you'll never have
Beautiful, quick and poisonous as mercury
The city is full of women slim and busy
Hoping there is room in
you pick me up at 4 and we're off
I hear them say we're
Looking like movie stars
Pretty dresses, fancy cars
You really wish you knew us, but you don't
the bar, spittin' bars at the bar
Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in a Uber car
Too bizarre, you know who you are
You should get hit by
squeezing the mack to much
Nigga be rhyming the dice game where me and lil wack grew up
Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
Stayed away from home when
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
father, but she call me dad
I really been in my bag
Let's take this shit back to the hood
Then go get a whole nother bag
By any means necessary
We gon' get
stole cars wit stolen rods dey throw aways
Used to close my eyes n turn from pain hopin it'll go away
Yea , u say u got my back den have my back
When aine
on because nothing I did was wrong
And I never gave you a probable cause
They broke out the window & dragged me out of the car
By the back of my neck
into my arms Write it in a ledger
Jump into my car get away from danger
In our mind stress our heart strings
When I leave I know that it stings
Lift up
Cause everyone in this stinking town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma-Shave'
'Presley's what I go by, why don't
everyone in this stinking town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave
Presley's what I go by why don't you change
town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave
Presley's what I go by, why don't you change the stations?
Count
phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked
By my bro
[Chorus]
What do you mean routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sound
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
a real hustler I ain't going broke
This a pink slip not a car note
You ain't going up you set ya bar low
All my bitches treat me like I'm Don Juan
I'm
time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
[ VERSE 1 ]
Brothers ain't shit
They're lookin for the next big ass they can stick
But this here chick's not on your dick
Pullin your cars up close
go
Yeah I met her at a burger place
But there she wore a different face
She told me it's all good honey,
Life is really kinda funny
Next day we picked
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
needed it to
Take me away
To a good place I can stay
The devil has my soul
I can't get him out of me
So take me away
To a good place I can stay
The devil
Mark me on the forehead with a barcode
Break me down to numbers
I'll take my shirt off
Swap for sackcloth and ash
Take my place in line
It's all
recognize her face (Who are you)
I don't need your talking or your weed you're tryna blaze (No)
Me and Skep linked up
And now we're dancing in the rave
tequila
I just bought a Rolex, broke it in half 'cause this one's a creeper
We're sipping liquor by the litre, pussy so good it put me in a sleeper
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