Lyrics:
baby, I love your body
As much as your automobile.
But I need more than a tune up.
I'll take you with the moon up.
Just let me drive. mmm, let me
All of these fake n*ggas tryna fool me now
I’m chilling, I’m chilling I just light a dooby up
Dooby up, dooby up
Are we up
Tune me up, tune me up
I’m
Buddy Bolden tune up
Blowing horn was his game
Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth
He played the horn before he talked
Born on the after
Keep pushin' we fell, bastards
To get over, we prowl with slippery shell tactics
Chipity frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
Lil' nigglet, what
and dance like the dickens to the West Texas waltz
My pickup needs a tune-up,
I better get up and make up
My mind to get on it today
The tractor's been
Grip the melody dog with a bone
Make a tune And fuck up the tone
Bitch I don't even know
Dip in the lava Float in the zone
Heat up the beat Volcanic
Jalen Go Kraz solxmn
I had to choose up didn't wanna lose us
Hoping she ain't have to move up
Got me too stuck had to tune up
Drank shit really suit
work (Sha-doo-ba-doo-ba-doo-ba-doo-ba-doo)
Come on get smart (Come on get smart)
Tune up and start (Tune up and start)
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker (To
with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
Uh, we the ones, really in the city, havin' motion
Rollin' up the Za , lil tune pourin' up the potion
Really put in work inside my hood, I got
turn this tune up a notch
Cause my whip game's proper
Bentley drop topper
Clubs on Luda
Drinks on shoka
Imma mash that woman
Smash that woman
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
(And that's a wrong note)
(And tune up that G string)
(And that's better, that's better, that's better)
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
I
the last one straight
The show must go on, I got something to dance to
Slow it down and romance to and give me a chance to
Keep you in tune and up to par
immediately
Hurry up and learn the words, and repeat it wit' me
Then soon you're in tune and up to par
And then you're doing it wit' the R
Keep doing it;
well, I think I will die
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
I'll tune up my
Blem
Up in my room
Rolling the bloom
And working on a moody tune
So when the sun hit my tomb
The boy left the room
Serving up a moody tune
I'll
the sun come up
Judging by your shape
I think you've had enough
It's memphis time
Just string that old guitar
Tune it up to memphis time
Hey, now I
motherfucker, headbanger
so listen to the tunes I tune up
its 91 Master P soon to come up
bodies and large lessons talk
you step to the P you come up short
the no
it's my
Ayy, fever hey, fever
(Turn the auto tune up)
Diamonds on my lean though, sanity
Diamonds on my fever why you in my seat?
Diamonds on my fever,
turn this tune up a notch
Cause my whip game's proper
Bentley drop topper
Clubs on Luda
Drinks on shoka
Imma mash that woman
Smash that woman
hoes, they catchin' feelings
We 'bout to make a billion
Stop that bitch
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that
mechanic (O oh)
So baby, don't panic
'Cause I'm the shade tree mechanic
They say you ain't had a
Good tune-up in a long, long while
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'll
Six string
When you tune up the top,And you feel all the crap
And you rustle a little musk,For don't ya make a fuss
It's dirty water,swimming in
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