Lyrics:
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
Lear, fuck boys out there
Spend your stash like haan, on these drawers I wear
And them cars I don't test drive,
That strap by my bedside
I dump off like
I'm around
Fly around this fast car, it go too wild
We gon' get hella close up on
Your mans and leave him facedown
(Get hella close up)
We running
that your watch was fake
Damn, you nearly broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
The American mall
Where corporations won't pay for effects they cause
Oh, you won't get away
Even in your fast car
Oh, you won't get away
Sending your son
Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house
on witcha fine thick ass
Somebody gon' snatch you so I gotta make you mine quick fast
See I come and pass, I don't really wanna wonder
So I gotta put her
I gotta make you mine quick fast
See I come and pass, I don't really want to wonder
so I gotta put her numbers on my sidekick fast
Rollin witcha
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
the weed
Now she blazed it (uh) but that ain't all she blew (hey, hey)
Hey, I got knocked off on the bar
In my room got knocked off in the car
Uh, gave
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
You oughta know by now (You oughta know by–)
You should never argue with
A crazy
thousand on this corner
Here today gone tomorrow
I done parked foreign cars in
Front of crack houses
Popping champagne standing on the
Back of couches
We
All aboard
Choo choo train
Pointy pointy nose
Choo choo train
Long long body
Whooshing whooshing
Super fast
Go go
Lets go on a trip
The cars
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
heart is dropping Im
Never stopping till I lay in my grave
We living that fast life we got to take it day by day
We living that cash life we always out
The car go by and we like yo that’s my car
And like now that’s really my car
And that was a goal for us though back then like a foreign
We done had
might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out
Kato, this is crank
Uh, ayy, uh
Ayy, free the man
Let's go, let's go
Uh
I'll go by myself cause I'm standing on ten
I hit straight through the coat
like fast cars, I ain't talkin' Volvos
They both hate the devil but
They like it diablo
Don't worry got it covered
Just listen to Ronald
There's this
Whole lotta' money I been makin' moves
4 by 4 Jeep with the extended roof
Play with my crew and we breaking the news
Born back in April but I'm not
I was missing you
But now I don't need to
I see the signs
It's all coming true
Baby you're like a cloud in the sky
And I'm like a car just passing by
All the nights we talked through
We would never fight
Walking through the alleys
Till the morning light
Every conversation
Watching passing cars
Man
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