Lyrics:
Writers: RuPaul/ Tom Trujillo
There's a cab outside,
Should I tell him don't bother?
I'll say there's been some mistake
And that he doesn't have
When, What did I do last night
lost my mind about half nine
Think it's time to rein it in
Hail a cab or phone a friend
But I fail to do
Everything I know
trap)
Send em' home in a cab (In a cab)
Uber pool that's facts (That's facts)
I just wanna live my life (I just)
I don't care about the price (I don't)
I
fuckin' your daughter (sex)
Whole lotta bags (whole lotta bags)
FN in the Jag' (F in the back)
Put some hoes in the cab
Put the child in the trash
the beginning
Of the end of a nice quiet night at the house
Called some friends, called a cab
Got a table, got a tab
We were shootin' shots, shootin' the six
Your fix
Your fix
Called a cab
Left the pack
Busted on a weekday
Coffee and shades
A bitter taste
So busted when the week ends
They got this ball
Sitting in the backseat of the black cab
Baggies in my lap
Mandy in a manbag man easy as that
Grab p from a bank and splash it
Lost the keys
The Party Was Great, Yeah We Were Really Frilled!
And When We Get In We're Gonna Get Killed!
Chorus
We Couldn't Get A Cab, 'Cause We Ain't Got No
a backed baddie
Take a half 'nother tab for the cab
Can't spin it back
So I fuck the haberdasher
Smashin' cap with a face fulla ass
Don't beam those eyes my
Your mind's made up, I'm goin' down
So I guess I'll get a cab back home
It's been fun I'll be on my way
You don't feel it but you see I feel it
Her name is Maria and she went far away
She was looking for love and forgot of this place
She left on Friday with a couple of bucks
Hailed a cab
having fun
But the night don't gotta be over
Yeah, everybody's packing up
But you just keep moving in closer
In that 3cM cab ride
You say your place
thing I do
Scene two
Pack your bags with an eye on the front door
Leave the clothes that cloud up your mind
Call a cab with a fifty cent flag-fall
I just wanna break the bank
Split Madiba with the fam
Bank account ke scam
Can't afford a fuck'n cab
I just wanna break the bank
Take Madiba
If I had a little money
I could buy a monster truck
You could climb up in my cab
And check out my cool stuff
If I had a little confidence
Then I
There's no way in, the street is all blocked off
Police lights spin, sirens and certain pain
So we drive around, don't worry, I'm not lost
The cab
and Roll singing cab driver, Hey Hey
1213 1213
Ain't no muff to tuff as long as Pork's shaving minges
1213 1213
Angie's coming with a batch of her
left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin' I pain, sharin'I made
It's time to outslick niggas, ladies sharin' our game
Put it in
Wondering man, Wondering man
Merci Beaucoup
My cab is there, with someone in the back
I swear that girl drove me once before
My first night in L.A, my first
Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back
Might as well work at least the way she give me cab
She throwing that like a quarterback
Call me
tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad
You ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in and left in a cab
I can't take your moves my bad
I'm tired
about it
but you know
Odds are I’m thinking bout you
Odds are I’m thinking bout you
Are you getting in the back of a cab
going home with someone
back to the cab
Back to the hunnies then it's back to the pad
Then it's back to my niggas, got my back to the class
Got my back to the class
Back
Me and You
Once more
In that cab as we were young
The sky is blue
I feel your breath
We took the leap and stay so weird
Me and you
Once again
Go
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