Lyrics:
Put your feet up on the dashboard, I don't mind
We can talk but if not that's just fine
Set you free if you hang with me tonight
Put your feet up
it's the matte gloss
The matte gloss
It flashing it's the matte gloss
Rolling down the road, GT on the dashboard
Blue sports car rolling down
Imma do this shit my way
I ain't wasting no time, ay
Got 110 on the dashboard
And a blunt lit on the highway
I've been losin' my mind
I've been stuck
Living in fast forward
Papers in the dashboard
Hoping they'll last for the rest of the night
I took my mask off
Stamps in my passport
All that they
Dashboard Cutlery
Took a hiatus but
Now it seems that the greatest
Is in your company
I been off the market
A minute, nobody touching me
Tryna find
You left me in the past life telling me to go now
I been waiting all night but you never show now
100 on the dashboard I won't ever slow down
Cuz you
Yeah we roll- rollin'
Hundred K on the dashboard
Roll- rollin'
Not a rapper, I'm an artist
Roll- rollin'
Hundred K on the dashboard
Roll- rollin'
Not
code
Lock that dough like landlord
Going up but we came from south
Full speed go check that dashboard
I got gas for the tank in the crowd
Full nike
Een verlaten nacht en met de ramen dicht
'k zag het paradijs bij het dashboard licht
Een verlaten nacht en met de ramen dicht
Paradijs bij het dashboard
Rock 'n roll in the dashboard
Romance in the back of
Ray's dad's Cadillac
Ray's dad's Cadillac
Ray's dad teaches math
Zero
I'm a dunce
I'm
I know it loves me
Be my, be my, be my
Four door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
Four door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
Four
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch
(Serving them bags out a back-porch)
We hit that
our days of glory
Back when the air guitars were the only sound
And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down
Two-man dashboard band
taste like candy
Back in the day we were wild and free
She was my dashboard drummer
Butterflies in the backseat
Little footprints on my window
Maybe I can take you
We can go and die inside this car
Don't you want fifty brains
Upon your dashboard?
And I guess we'll have some fun
For however
It's seven o'clock on the dot
I'm in the drop top
Your legs on the dashboard
(Your legs on the dashboard, ooh)
So tell me what I'm to do
and a dashboard Jesus
Maybe she'll find a little one-horse-town
Dip her toes in the sand on the edge of the ocean and put her roots down
Maybe bright city
on the dashboard
Only thing in my pocket is my passport, pa- passport
Back and forth
I'll take that if that's all you askin' for
With my legs up on the dashboard
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
Jump into the Chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
Pale sobie dope w Watykanie
Fuck twelve pierdoli mnie tu ich zdanie
Sprawdzam sobie dashboard
Mała chodź na dancefloor pieniądze mnie męczą
Robię
on the beach
While im sitting in the grass
So I put a plastic Palm tree
On our dashboard Grab some coffee
Crank the radio cuz we’re rocking
Count the miles down
way treat it like run way
I ain't even bring a passport
On a one way treat it like a run way
120 On the dashboard
On a one way treat it like run way
I
some designer switch the appearance
What I’m doing they don’t make on dashboards
Take it to her hole I’m breaking backboards
Finessing all these bands
Please please please don't arrest me
Don't you know I got an ounce of hash in my dashboard
Officer don't test me
It's getting harder to care
When
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