Lyrics:
and drive-bys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Be boppin' shots, like
of, gas
And girl you like the new s-class
Every time I look at you I wanna, smash
Get inside you smash
You drive me crazy girl I can just, crash
"I'm not your boyfriend"
Damn, this boy doesn't know what he wants
He looks like Yoda but he got a tight cunt
So I'm pulling on his ears from the back
drive-bys like up and down the thighs
And there's a car chase goin' on at the waist
Keep a vest on my chest
I'm sittin' in my room as I'm lookin out
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
drip (drip)
Check what I do, the check'll clear too
Pull up like a drive-thru, so check your rearview
I don't care how long it take to get a opp back
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
You're standing there, that look in your eye
You're looking for good ways to tell my good-bye
Something 'bout people, how they never know
They're
of my sea, oh ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulkin' to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me, shook at me
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
to smash like that
I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all
Retsam's hand looks like molasses
Shoved a thumb drive in my assets
I'll end up needing liposuction
Thousand years of death with suction
Quick
never called me up
Had to know what was goin' on
So, I drove by her house and sure enough
That ain't my truck in her drive
Man this ain't my day tonight
chill, chill
Hold up
Aww shit, oh shit
Guy look who that is
Look who rolled up in this piece
Peace y'all
Word up, brooklyn everyday
Hey yo yo, lets do
You wouldn't believe what the hell I seen
Drive by a Puerto Rican mama
Had a big thing right behind her
Before she spoke, she didn't think
That I
along,
This ain't a love song, it's just a fuck song, yeah, um
She didn't wanna look in my eyes, as we bailed down Beverly drive,
Looking for a place
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be
that looks like her mamma
She likes it when her daddy tucks her in real tight
One night this week we're gonna have a fish fry
'Cause everything is
all look the same
But Goliad, she draws me like a moth to a burning flame.
I don't want a latte.....I feel so much better....
With the smell of burnt
a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
rocks cover my charms
Tattoos cover my scars i look up in the sky
Hope we all covered by God
Cause lord we still sinning
And winning is getting hard
They
Hello! - Oh hi
Can I help you today? -
Yeah
I'd like to make another withdrawal.
- Again? - Yeah
Again.
Well
As you know
By now there is
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