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for that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get over here in a short, 'cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
step, ooh, baby, gonna get to you, girl
Step by step, ooh, baby, really want you in my world
(Step) hey girl, can't you see
I've got to have you all
a Jeep
How sweet! "Now get the fuck out the car!"
Slammed the bitch down on the tar, now she needs CPR
but I don't give a fuck, I just jetted
My
$5,000 a plate
No doubt, kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's
Cut through the parking lot I
Ran up into the mall
Pigs, people, cars, cooks, choppers and all
Throwing shoppers off the
Escalator, watching them
hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm
Sunday morning
Wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats an' dogs
Pigs in
well off
[Chorus]
Call me crazy shit at least you’re calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know its easy to get caught up in
home
What's a drink gotta do to get a guy in this bar?
I mean a girl in this bar
Somebody here take the car of my keys
Can't drive with these two
love to get high
Drink, "life!" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
I mean
alcohol, go get me a new soda
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
a private jet
On the Stock Exchange I'm no threat
So won't you help me make up my mind
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home
Sitting in
the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Nah nah)
Recline it fourty-five dеgrees (Oh oh)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze
(Limе a squeeze)
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
Get paid
Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip
I been robbin' since a kid gettin' paid
Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change
Ay,
that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' shine outta Alabam'
Oh the demolition derby
to roam alone
At least a car goes where you steer it
Sometimes that's the only thing that does
So I get in it and I drive it just to hear it
a window hole,
a hundred yards away,
is all they ever gets to know
about the regular light in the day.
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin',
and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them things put on ya son
Ice
Well, I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
Caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm conquered in a car seat
Not a thing that I
and the bars
And the little red cars
Not knowing why, but trying to get high
Oh no, doncha follow me no more
Doncha follow
Doncha follow
a place that
You and I call the hood
They be up to no good
My ghetto got beats and bootys
And cars and ghetto stars
9x9 with steel bars
Pigs roll around
the frame
Use a high ASA
I Like the grain
Flip the script
Start to trip
Grabbed my hip
Did the dip
Rent a car
Go upstate
Hit the waterfall
Jump in a lake
Step
might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
"Whatcha
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