Lyrics:
Wild hogs
Wild hogs
Go abroad
Wild hogs
I want go abroad
I want shiny cars
I'm a wild hog
John travolta
Smoking something
I need time apart
This
car plus a nice bitch plus some money
Now the moneys gone because you got your bitch plus your car
It’s mathematics I’m just tryna raise the bar
By
on the blacktop
No that's it for me
Boombani Boombotzo
Two bullets in the head Thursday
He started his car with your album on
And now he's a highway
missing me
My partners was frightned aint know what to do saw me passed out started lifting me
Two cars passed by my partners jhi spazzed said chris are you
Trying to think 'bout what I told my brother yesterday
Nigga got his chain snatched by Carl, boy it ain't no way!
Aye Twon, remember when I beat your
Aye
Bash Bwa back on the charts
I got a dozen cities vibin hard
I’m with my dawg, we whippin foreign cars
The album did the numbers on its own
Kids in
album, Ima kill at will
I travel deep in my own mind & faced myself
I'm the only competition, embrace myself
I corrected my mistakes, yeah I shadow myself
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
warming
30,000 feet in the sky is where we soaring
Globe trotting, stage rocking, album dropping
chart topping, motherfucker
We travel round the globe, more
here talk bout the King of Rap fell
Fell where? Don't these niggas know I'm LL?
Lemme run it throughout this album, tell Speilberg "Chill"
My jet hit
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
a whole lotta ho) (oh)
Whole lotta cars (whole lotta cars)
Whole lotta riches (whole lotta cash)
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission (I'm
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
thinking bout that million-dollar home on the lake
Okay, unt uh, that ain't that ballin motto
Spend big faces by the million like I hit the lotto
Got cost by
fine ladies they already left
cs soon as I hit the corner I bagged 'em myself
Now the streets I do on my car's upset
My city right behind me riding
on back to me, girl
Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh
Only here by the grace of Jah, jumped out and
Where each time bad bitch chase the car
Mandatory too far
Hit hit hit hit
This a different vibe
Hit hit hit hit
That's a different vibe
Hit hit hit hit
That's a different vibe
Don't get crossed no more don't
Who the fuck scared now?
Look who the fuck fear now
Had to hit him with the shotty nigga
Another dead fucking body nigga
Gangsters, this is how we
Who the fuck scared now?
Look who the fuck fear now
Had to hit him with the shotty nigga
Another dead fucking body nigga
Gangsters, this is how
I got things that you ain’t never seen
This gon be my year, 2-0-19
It’s so bizarre, how I got this far
Used to ride the bus, now I drive a car
I whip
Your life has changed by the way that I walk,
Crucify me cause of the way that I talk.
Y’all hate when I say that I’m repping New York,
I’ve Been
hard on the reg
While you check for CDs
I'm sellin' books instead
I travel the country by car, by foot and leg
What's worse than being behind is being
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