Lyrics:
Laugh till we are falling
Hop in the van
Work on your tan
Dance with the band
Surf till we are salty
Sipping on some ramen
Rocking out to "Creep"
Karaoke
Es que esto tiene peso
Cotizado en el el mercado por qué cada barra mía va subiendo mas de precio
Los tengo analizaos ustedes van de lao' a lao'
Y yo
Yeah im the money man, Just fucked up all them bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite
These dark times no one understands
Don't tell my mom I'm with this man
Now I'm locked in a stranger's van
My friends are wondering where I am
My
with a plan
I'm gonna go and live in my van
Get rid of everything I can and live with just
One spoon, two shoes, some old screws
My collector's
with a plan
I'm gonna go live in my van
Get rid of everything I can and live with just
One spoon
Two shoes
Some old screws
My collector's edition
the deal
Adam Bomb! Atomic man
Adam Bomb! He drives the van
Adam Bomb! He's in demand
Adam Bomb! The heart of the band
Boom Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
Catch My Drip hou het vast
Laat die shit niet lekken, ben de domste in de klas
Designer die is matching van mijn schoenen tot mijn jas
Sky dat is
DAY - car jacks, get out the van
As soon as they step out I pop 'em anyway, BLAAM!
I rob liqour stores with a little 22 hold
I know it's nothing but
the truck
And on the other side a bed if she wantin' to fuck
Clap off lights when you gettin' affection
Clap on lights when you finding protection
Now
(Man) with a light tan (Tan)
That ain't a UFO, it's my Ferrari
Sprinter Van (Skrrt) it's custom made (Made)
I'm Texas raised (Raised)
I might fuck around
cork
And me hotter dan a pass
Mark when a class start
Weed ever deh yah but the grabba short staff
Sivva lungs is a muffler di
Truck a drive pass
We
truck
A Chevy Silverado or a similar make
Several shots fired
Consider the passengers armed and dangerous
Do not approach
Contact the authorities
where the flow goes when the 'dults crow
You better take some no doughs
Now I'm out the back with a sack fulla goods
Throw it in the truck, take it
homie in the basement smoking crack wit' my aunt
Tonight's that night we bout to get right
Piled up in a van wit' a couple flashlights
Metal crowbars
tro inte jag kan glömma bort vad ni gjort
Pull up i en Bentley truck
Det kan gå väldigt snabbt
Jag la för mycket på min höger och min vänsterhand
Min
Rolce Royce truck doing numbers over everybody
Ima bag bodies see a bullet over everybody
I don't know shit if you ask bout the man
I don't know nun,
know
So don't you act up
Fuck a sprinter van
We gon pull up Ina Mac truck
We gon pull up Ina big body
We gon pull up for the back end
I swear I'm
Waking up in Oregon
The faint dim light and the sweet smell of rain
In the back cab of the truck, or in the side seat of the van
Oh man, it's good
sedans or whip a van- im in a truck or SUV
I always got a fidget on me, think i might have ADD
I told my bitch to mind her business i am not her LLC
Dude
vans of my feet like a skater
Ducking these hoes
But I’m smashing my bitches
I spot an op
And I swear that I did it
I call her over
And we didn’t even
She like i just want a chance, ou
Know what I'm sayin
I'm rockin yeezy and vans
I rock the brands
I'm like yo bitch who yo mans
He could get hands
I
Whippin' the mom van 'til the wheels fall off
2006 model piping the exhaust
Everybody tell me it's a big turnoff
Driving a van Toyota Sienna
Came
You had another man so i went and fucked another bitch
Tryna get a rolls truck might just cop a cullinen
All i know is get da check all i know is
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