Lyrics:
ouh she bad
I just want to fly her cross the world
An give her bags give her bags
Dese niggas hatting for no reason
Why dey mad why dey mad
The one I
the drags are on
Engines screaming you can see the dirt fly
Kids learn and tires burn down at hot rod high
My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Uh yeah
It's R-O-D
Wolfgang on the beat
Rolling Stoned I'm rolling high
It's easy they like he can't be this fly
Can't be this guy
Cool
outside
Of the gear external, i´m so fly
Ya´ll still at the terminal
I´ll put you in the dirt
Just because I see the worm
In you, Dirty South, bitch, admire
had to see what you see in me
Now watch me fly
Now watch me fly
Just watch me fly
Now watch me fly
This time I'm all in it's time to go for the glory
I
Even God can see who is gone be as fly as vultures
Rip Chadwick Boseman he shouldn't have died from cancer colon
Baby was for the streets couldn't
overboard
And
I'm bored
Still bored
I'm so bored
I've got a funny little feeling
My arms are shaking like a lightning rod, yeah
I'll cannonball right through
My Pappy said "Son you're goin' to drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' the Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Rod cause I see he tryna ride this wave
Steady striving know that we gone to make it to the top
I’m rolling i’m rolling like herb I can’t stop
I feel
a ride
I said hold on boys, I got a license to fly
And the Caddy pulled over and let me by
Now all of a sudden the rods started knockin'
And down in
Fly on the daily now go girl lights camera action you a hot rod
I be spending money when I like to think about myself
I get my baby with me she can
know I'm on the clock
Grab her neck, kiss her face soft, and then I'ma say bye
Gucci bag rocking on me and I'm feeling hella fly
Don't get in bed with me
Rod Waves but my heart on ice
Put my soul innis music destroy the mic
It's my time to go up ready for the flight
I start seein shii that was way outta
to fly home
We're the Booty Twins, all we smoking Budapest
Never propses, Budapest is the best
Hey, I'm Rod Stewart, I'm lookin for my tech
He's always
Well, you heard the story of the hot rod race, that fatal day
When the Ford and the Mercury went out to play
Well, this is the inside story,
Well, you heard the story of the hot rod race, that fatal day
When the Ford and the Mercury went out to play
Well, this is the inside story,
a little bit
So high
Love you the same
So high
Lets be sentimental
While the rod still works
Your patience kinda cute
For a private school puke
Miles past
out on the highway flyin' by me
Headlights and tail lights are all i could see
Down at the junction another flies by
They come and go in the blink
overboard
And
I'm bored
Still bored
I'm so bored
I've got a funny little feeling
My arms are shaking like a lightning rod, yeah
I'll cannonball right
overboard
And
I'm bored
Still bored
I'm so bored
I've got a funny little feeling
My arms are shaking like a lightning rod, yeah
I'll cannonball right
and a whole lot of speed
Don't say goodbye
It's time to fly
When your little soul's at capacity
When you've lost your verve and vivacity
Just muster up
hang your hat
Where the eagles fly
And wave good bye
Cause your going to die
I got your name on my list this time
And there's no place
You can run
Metal rods on my wrist (Yuh)
Pouring syrup 'til it's in my piss (Yuh)
Might take your shordy no diss (Uh)
Vrodie that's respectfully (Uh-uh)
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