Lyrics:
says park it fool times is wasting.
I said fuck you, black leather glove slapped my face then
I was pissed, it was rough, my hands was cuffed.
If I told
Wearing leather, super fly, light as a feather,
Esham, Louie Vaton
Guns like megatron
won't stop my reign on the world 'til armeggedon come
Wit the top down feeling the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys
Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather
lipstick, leather and chrome
Press button and insert coin
Quick Elvis imitation
Aha oh aha, yeah
Slick boyband constellation
Constellation
What you
Slick it back
Gimme some grease
You got it
I want it
So baby so sweet
Jet black hair
Leather on thigh
You make me flip baby
Whoa
Soft as a feather
You come out just like leather
I know its a lie but you cannot seem to resist melodrama
(surrender, surrender, surrender)
Oh I
suits n leather now chrome berretta now dice games I feel safe throwin' chetta
Down 'cause shorty be on point specially when the feds around, stick up
label
Since the days I rocked "2 TONE" leather pants and a gold cable
And +Krush Groove+ showed me dreams come true
All a nigga need is passion to follow'
leather with words made of steel
Lock all your doors very soon you will feel
Under the knife. Feel the revenge.
Under the knife. You'll get it in the end.
I don't feel clean
Where are my girls?
Like hell bent in
Like hell bent in
There's an old man in his chair
With a leather shaven grin
I don't
its toll
Black leather lords we're so tall and so proud
Warfare is our battle cry, shout it aloud
[Repeat Verse 1]
God saved some lucky men to be cowboys
'Cause no ordinary man can wear the name
Hearts of gold and hands of leather
And that restless spirit no
They were locked. It was a red car and it was new.
There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat.
Out across your field
You could
tag team ever, got our shit together
Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather
That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn
Once again shit is on,
Spill blood on my leather psychopathic coat
I'ma laugh in your face, you can't kill a dead man
You can try. . . I'm serious you can
Under my jersey,
Flip flows, so clever shine
Like diamond grapes on leather vines
Forever I regard it
As the first fool that started
Movin' gassed up
three offers
Leather outlets, wood berry, Nancy Crawford's
Gangsta, hang with murderers and tree-sparkers
Type to sell ya body parts to the meat
a box of matches
Straps the 'ol chain, dirty trousers, ripped t-shirt and leather jacket
Billy's on his way, say's he's gonna burn the state
Gonna burn
shiver, in the river,
You were told.
You were sold.
I do, I do.
If we make it over the mountain.
Dressed in leather, red ball and vault attire;
Pulling up in my truck with a cady pant
Peanut butter leather, all wood grain
Chrome bars in the back
Got a kit on the bottom
Yo that shit is
your leather and chains in the name of Ronnie James Dio and Motley Crue Slayer and OZZY too. Come on and sing along with me. If the van is rockin don't
knew I was before the law
I knew how to run, they'd teach me how to crawl
Talking 'bout humanity
in terms of chain and leather
Red books, blackbook,
Hey metal leather cat-house queen
Love sugar she's dynamite
Hot little piston, living dream
A bad misses she's skin tight
No, she's never been,
I said, don't put gas on skin
What if it catches, that's not like our leather jackets.
He said, here's when you lose your innocence.
He said, boy
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