Lyrics:
Caught her glance, now I'm spinning my wheels
She likes my bad mouth, and my automobile
Ohhhh little Speedway girl
Ohhhh little Speedway girl
Caught her
said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal
Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile
I'm talkin' real luxury, don't feel a bump in the road
We ain't like
and automobiles
Starship stamp tickets rocket passports
Cruise control pit stop and crash ya dashboard
Keep my tires rollin never slip like stud less
Causing
seems so surreal
Where the red lights are friends
With the automobiles
And just want you to stop
And say "hi" for awhile
'Cause we just want
doubt
The world is a hellhole, so just drown it out
The sound gets around in an automobile
It moves about in a closed system on wheels
A chamber
Join us now, as the History channel presents automobiles: Cadillac
1996 in my Cadillac jeans, yo
The dictionary defines luxury as the enjoyment
latitudini
Anche l'impossibile si avvererà
Ma dammi un attimo fermati all'angolo
Che magari snevica chissà
E lascia al palo la tua automobile
Sarebbe scomodo
in my automobile
Make small talk, take a long long walk till the rain comes down and I'm back at the wheel
motorcycles and automobiles
I guess I’m done with that
I wanna live in Shrouded Hiils
There’s no more cold out there
There are only motorcycles
empty
Automobiles and sound machines
The strange allure of steel bodies
Both traveling faster than our own bodies do
This engine is larger than the one
Broiled in desert heat, medium well & sunny side up
She'd walk right past men chained to automobiles
Lay on the concrete & let them crawl past
Cogs push
Broiled in desert heat, medium well & sunny side up
She'd walk right past men chained to automobiles
Lay on the concrete & let them crawl past
Cogs push
In my whole life I've burglarized a grocery store, stole some nickels and dimes, busted open a stamp machine, stole a few automobiles and cashed
a quick understudy
She learned to use her appeal
'Cause now all you hear is the squeal of the wheels
Of her super-nice over-priced automobile, yeah
She's
Time
Stood still
When you got hit
By that automobile
I hope you're still alive
You are still alive
You are still alive
You
Blood and brown eyes
you look
Just like a king,
But you can't, no you can't have my love.
You've got a big automobile and a chauffeur at the wheel,
But you can't No you
rumbling sounds
Growled when she was wound
Was an ass-kicking automobile
Oh how I miss my 944
Now they don't make them anymore
Oh how I loved my 944
I can
Automobile indécente
Virage troublant
J'ai claqué la porte rue Péronne
J'espère te revoir en personne
Avant de partir
Automobile indécente
Virage
yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself with a beautiful house, with
up every automobile
Tatted up, life of a G
Counting stacks and five star suits
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS]
Yeah, she got it written on her
Her swag on lean
like Kev Hamill
White automobile lookin' like teeth enamel
Randall, down to the art but it's a gamble
Gun and ammo quarterback if you ain't
the horse
Blinders are in front of its eyes
Near to being killed
Run down by the automobiles
Strange dreamy images
Swim around my head
Flinging my balance
Yeah, we be living on the top floor, eating four course meals, deals, hella automobiles
Rockstar lifestyle kills, that's why I pop these pills,
I was running out on empty
I was so incomplete
Like some old automobile
Left to make rust in a field
What a worthless machine
I’m worth more than
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