Lyrics:
Keep on throwin' that ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you don't like me, you wanna
and you'll be Naomi, whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go crazy crazy (that's right)
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean
Red
dirt clouds, red dirt clouds
Sing it, Ern
You drive by it on the highway
Might not look like much at all, no
You're riding 'round kicking up dust
scenes you a actor
For the gram for the likes captain capper
Man a Move fishy just like red snapper
All the actin' all the cappin' gotta stop
Steady
None of the crazy you get
From too much choice
The thumb and the satchel
Or the rented Rolls-Royce
And you think she knows something
By the second
through
To teach important things to you
He'll teach you things you won't forget
Like numbers and the alphabet
(pic of Herry monster in red
hollows
Red cup, Monster Truck
We could shoot some hollows
You hate double deckers
It says it in your diary
Your friends call me awkward
They like
Sun gettin' heavy and the night is fallin'
Phone ringin' it's a good time callin'
Old truck slicked up shinin' like a rhinestone
Takin' off like
City, Queens borough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches
Need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
Money, I'm in pursuit
There's a winding crack
Moving through my windshield,
Like a vein in my head.
The faster I go,
The faster it winds.
I'll get off the road
When
my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin' Actavis like it's red, yo
It's daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin' on your
was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, fuck it, haha, shit, uh
Poppin',
Dump me in the back of your
Pickup truck
Can I run you over?
I don't give a fuck
Ears perked up
Like deer in headlight
You found me laying by
Hundred on the stack
Rubbers on the band
Van full of kush
Guns in the lamb
Dumpin' moving fast
Mo money then I seen
Louie was the tag,
Long truck bed, hop in it, fire engine red like a lipstick
Out here we can let it go, yeah
Just me and my good friends, jug of wine lil' sip
Out
something like this
Come on now everybody
Whether you're in a bar, in a club
Or just kicking it country style
VIP in the back of a truck
Hey y'all
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
on a string
It feels like you clipped all their wings
And every year goes by faster than the one before
We had that treadmill now for months
I think she
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
kill my mother", so he raped her
Tied me up, took me outside
And I was thrown in a big truck
And it was packed like sardines
Full of niggas, who fell
sound like waves hitting, soothing
Keep it right there, no moving
Make my way around the bases
I wanna take you to oasises
Bein' honest, I don't
I don't care
This is my old road
And you just drive on by
Squished my brother last year
80-pound snapper
I'll cut your fingers straight off
Just
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