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CIVIC DREAMS
by Boombox Saints
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Feelin' like Jay-Z, smoke my weed
Now I'm feelin' way too lazy
Thumbin' blues, can't let a dumb hoe phase me
With the crew, vision gettin' way too hazy
Punk rock shit
Them bitches get to suckin' all up in the mosh pit
With the bag, tell my bros I always got this
Extended mag, gonna make the whole trap flip
Hit the stash, if he up it bust him in his lip
Robert DeNiro baby, we can make flicks
Can't be no hero baby, I don't date chicks
Went from a zero, now we only smoke zips
Pop out at your party, you can call me Nikki Sixx
Show up, throw a fit, you a bitch, your money so counterfeit
Pull up, punch you in your shit, then we gonna dip
Talk shit you can get hit, shut up little bitch
I can't pay attention to what's below me, blow me
Gonna run you little bitches for your money
Spittin' this shit after I made the beat
You pussy bitches can't compete, I'm on another level
Smoke a blunt at every function, spontaneous combustion
This fuck shit, just watch while I go in
Watch your mouth when you're talkin' to the only motherfucker gonna talk shit
I walked it, you best not forget this
No second chances, makin' advances, I'm catchin' glances
No chance bitch if you thinkin' of fuckin' steppin'
I spit harder than all y'all wack ass MCs, ain't even close
I'm rollin' up this weed that's comin' straight off of a boat
Runnin' round town with the Civic, with some hoes up in it
Flexin' on you clowns for the minute, watch this beat I spin it
Runnin' this shit, watch me get it, you can't fuckin' kick it
Let me preach to you, I am God, you can't fuck with this
Feelin' like Jay-Z, smoke my weed
Now I'm feelin' way too lazy
Thumbin' blues, can't let a dumb hoe phase me
With the crew, vision gettin' way too hazy
Punk rock shit
Them bitches get to suckin' all up in the mosh pit
With the bag, tell my bros I always got this
Extended mag, gonna make the whole trap flip
Hit the stash, if he up it bust him in his lip
Robert DeNiro baby, we can make flicks
Can't be no hero baby, I don't date chicks
Went from a zero, now we only smoke zips
Pop out at your party, you can call me Nikki Sixx
Show up, throw a fit, you a bitch, your money so counterfeit
Pull up, punch you in your shit, then we gonna dip
Talk shit you can get hit, shut up little bitch
I can't pay attention to what's below me, blow me
Gonna run you little bitches for your money
Spittin' this shit after I made the beat
You pussy bitches can't compete, I'm on another level
Smoke a blunt at every function, spontaneous combustion
This fuck shit, just watch while I go in
Watch your mouth when you're talkin' to the only motherfucker gonna talk shit
I walked it, you best not forget this
No second chances, makin' advances, I'm catchin' glances
No chance bitch if you thinkin' of fuckin' steppin'
I spit harder than all y'all wack ass MCs, ain't even close
I'm rollin' up this weed that's comin' straight off of a boat
Runnin' round town with the Civic, with some hoes up in it
Flexin' on you clowns for the minute, watch this beat I spin it
Runnin' this shit, watch me get it, you can't fuckin' kick it
Let me preach to you, I am God, you can't fuck with this
