Lyrics:
And I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin'
of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Mmm, now don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she's
and get yo tummy tucked
If you want me dead
Come find me bitch
And lift that rocket up
I was down bad
Tryna help a nigga down worse
Then that nigga switched
Everybody want it
When the vibe too high you know you take off like a rocket
Ain't nobody spark it
This party you started
Big bag full of high grade
I
Curvy
Hit Like Home Runs In Da Derby
Rum In My Cup, What She Serve Me
See I Got Bottles, She Thirsty
She Fly To Me Like A Birdie
No Wonder She Single
I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sitting in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
and today you acting shiesty
Still I don't know what I did Wrong
Home with you is where I belong
Don't wanna be gone away from the family on the road all
What would you do if you could do the unbelievable?
Once you rule the world, every girl will wanna be with you
First, I get the money, then I get
the players and the old liquor store?
Why I come back and everyone gone?
Why the tone coming home feel like I do not belong?
Feel the humdrum of machines
Feel
振り向いて 気がついて
今でも, I love you so
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, so (AV with that drip, ho)
Who that by the bar? (もう一度)
I said lil' bae, why don't you come
the drum on
Kids tryna make it home 'fore street lights come on
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we
writing songs
I love to act like I'm okay
Shut my door and hide away
Time to go on a trip, BLAST OFF!
On my Rocket Ship
I wanna dissapear
To a place more
I don't really wanna go home yet
I don't really wanna go home yet
I don't really wanna go home yet
Take me through the weekend
I don't really wanna
of my exes
I be fuckin with my new jawn
Stop by on her way to work and she getting that work while she putting her shoes on
Hop in the rocket, I gotta
gonna bump like this
Turn around, then I make it jump like this
(Ladies!) You wanna keep that boy, then make it jump like this
Y'all didn't think that
niggas ain't come to the
Party, well it's fuck 'em niggas, shoot
(brrrrr)
Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40
This shit here for you
Ayo I'm back so soon
hate it when I'm like this
The bottle's my accomplice
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in none of my beef
wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll
here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
American nights lighting up that sky
That bottle-rocket going off look in her eyes
Ain't nothing better, no there ain't nothing like
American nights
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
around
Summer nights, summer chic, in a summer town
[Hook]
I come rumba rumba rumba
(Poppin' bottle after bottle)
We're going under under under
(No doubt
feel fine
No, I won't feel fine
I'm sipping from the bottle
Just to stumble down that hill
My days at the apartment
Have come to a standstill
As patient
I’m crazy she call me a nutter
Her brain game nasty
Couldn’t get my head out the gutter
She ain’t down to fuck she a bummer
She just wanna fight but I
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