Lyrics:
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
This old truck has seen better days
The windshield's cracked and it's pealing paint
It's just like me in a lot of ways
But still running
One
as I've got Rollies on my whole crew
You think I give a fuck? nigga look at my truck
Matter of fact, look at my girl
Look at my Benz motherfucker, look
fence.
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots."
Took a corner; sideswiped a truck,
Crossed my fingers just for
of work swing by to pick up the girls
Grab a case and fill up the tank then we head out on them streets of gold
I got some dirt road miles on my old truck
on
I'm moving on
Lord, I've been away for too long
Red lights shine on my way
Into these dark roads, that I cannot stay
I'm driving as fast as I can
Oh, I
see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots"
Took a corner; sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin'
Harvester
Turn your big wheels round
Harvest the grain
That’s ripened in the ground
Go go go go
Wheat turns into grain
Hungry truck
Ready for moving
far, Hollywood boulevard,
But I'm from a boulevard that taught yall to shoot out of moving cars,
Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast
They don’t want me nah
Empty the clip like it’s the first of January yeah
If they disgust me I
Drive by a nigga in a red Ferrari yeah
They don’t want
truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lamping on my
black truck
Now a nigga stuck like Chuck
Ugh, uh, uh Suwu red truck
Converse, slimes that is by worse
Pass that loud that concert
I pass that to my guys
The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By
You're all I'm singing about now, baby
You're my brown eyed girl, you're a pretty woman
You're the lady in red, and my Sharona
Turn it up in my truck
pass through again
Goodbye, I’ll see you when you pass through
I can see that red truck coming from ‘bout anywhere
Darkened cherry finish rusted out
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
I'm twerkin' both hands on me working
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
Like that's how you wanna feel
That's how you wanna feel
Red Roses
All over my body
Red Roses
All over my body
Red Roses
Leave 'em on my body
Red
the spuds from the island best.
Cause they'll stand up to the hardest test-right on the table.
So when ya see that big truck rollin by-wave yer hand
You don't want it with this, put the truck in his ribs
We don't fight fair, fuck that, we jump in, get our licks
Reds and whites flash, do the dash,
Like that? Like that
Like this!
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rollin' in my truck
never hear me coming
By the time you see red lights your heart already thumping
When I pull up in my Benz truck better know my Benz Truck bumping
I pull
start pourin' Patrone
Somebody get a bottle in here
Celebratin' like we just hit the lottery man
Put that on everything, by the top of the year
I'll
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
a pack, now his dog is what he's smokin' (ayy)
Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a MAC (okay)
Fucking up a sack
Daddy smoking crack (let's get
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