Lyrics:
passing through
I must've seen a hundred cars go by
This is awful nice of you'
When he changed the tire
And closed her trunk
And was about to drive
around (come on)
Move it all around (huh?)
My rims keep turnin' and turnin'
Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon
And, yes, it's my concern
do not heed that the chains of greed
That their conscience never tire
Be assured my friend if you still offend
He will set your fields on fire
Now if
three out ah di four-five
Guns haffi out from we outside (yeah)
Hot up e place when ah cold time
Chain dem ah freeze, we nuh fire like Cowboy
Yo
nigga)
Unh, I got a bad bitch with a
Fat wrist and a love for Sacs-Fifth (Okay)
I do the drift, on some new tires
Turn them bitches to past tense (Bee)
I
as the tires
My system soundin' good, but I need the volume higher (up)
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb
Rollin' Rolls-Royces, so the jealous
I'm sittin' in a magic hat
With smoke and mirrors
And tire rubber fires Watch me disappear
What made it slow you down
Sucking on a ball and chain
I'm sittin' in a magic hat
With smoke and mirrors
And tire rubber fires Watch me disappear
What made it slow you down
Sucking on a ball and chain
on a river to the sea.
Maybe you an me can meet again.
We are riding on a railroad, singing someone else's song
Sing along.
Time to time I tire
seem to heed at the chain of greed your conscience never tires
Be assured my friend if you still offend he will set your fields on fire
If you don't from
I'm sittin' in a magic hat
With smoke and mirrors
And tire rubber fires Watch me disappear
What made it slow you down
Sucking on a ball and chain
Bling
Chains on my neck, Bling Bling
Wanna beef with Big Soulja's not a thing
Chain on my neck, Bling Bling
Rollie on my wrist, Bling Bling
Pinkie ring
no lidio)
Y la calle está que quema, chain en la pileta
'Toy explotando el party como David Guetta (David Guetta)
Los dejé fuera del juego, yo soy
(pew-pew-pew-pew, pew, pew)
Tú, tú, tú, tú, ese sushi wanna meet my crew
Bobo, no te la tire' de calle
Para que luego no venga' a pedir flush (¿vas a denunciar?)
you?" I said, "I like late night bonfires
Yellowstone, whiskey myers, and lifted trucks with mud on the tires"
And I'm back
Feelin' like a million
and a
Chain across the dump sayin', "this dump is closed on Thanksgiving," and
We'd never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in
(ey!)
Snowman's the name
Hundred grand on the chain
What's up!
[Chorus]
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey!)
And every bitch in
My tires stop, but the wheels keep turning
Caught in a bind, yet why am I yearning
The bills are paid, the rent is made, and here we go again
I’ve
the wop for her fetti
She get hit in the dark black light like belly
My chains came with crosses, no no chevy
Think that you balling, hit with a screen no
of my own desire
But really, I chased the wind
Now that I been freed, I don’t want to
End up in them chains again
I put that on God, if I gotta be slave
a veteran
Y'all get to keep all the fame, I'm only seeking them Benjamins
I don't give a fuck 'bout no chain, only want talk 'bout them Benjamins
Aye
at the life that i have
I cant complain
Putting in pain, doin it all for the fame
Spaceship the gang
Dont reach for the chain
Prolly gon' end up a stain
Juggin,
to the ground, that's that
And if he talkin' big tough, let me know where he at (Hello?)
AP with the VVS chains and baguettes
Run up on me, he gon' hit a two-step
peace in your name
Set us free break the chains
We proclaim, we proclaim
We will not be afraid
We will not be ashamed
We will not be ashamed
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