Lyrics:
are the gangster with all the fame
Am G Em
Your Edgars shirt and your big mag wheels
Am
thrust d mag wheels
Belted here twitchy hand is waiting on my hurst
Left boot in right boot out turn round and oh ya
Right about there
Shake your blonde
jeep is still alive
Got locking hubs and four wheel drive
Ain't got no radio
Ain't got no mag wheels
Ain't got no digital clock
Ain't got no clock
this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
jeep is still alive
Got locking hubs and four wheel drive
Ain't got no radio
Ain't got no mag wheels
Ain't got no digital clock
Ain't got no clock
this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
mean you haven't drowned
No spoiler, no wind scoop
No mag wheels in back
No hydraulic shocks, no privacy glass
Privacy glass
Dark and metric is
pounds yeah straight to the face
And I get my drinks yeah straight from the case
Riding the GT, chrome painted with the mags
Two wheels and it cost
this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
‘58 Chevy
White leather upholstery
Fat fuzzy Dice hanging from the rearview mirror
Shiny Mag wheels
4 on the floor
Driving real slow
Pawns his fishing
sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"
He looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar
this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
Tell me, run it
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
I remember growing up, mag wheels and a boom box
MTV,
that I'm flyin', add to the fact
That it all coincides with these wheels that I'm ridin'
Three point Mags make you think that I'm glidin'
Shit, nigga
on the door
Toyota 86 all white sittin sick
I’m just here to let ya know
Bmw m2 m3 ooh wee
Mags Cambered wheels optik headlights LED’s
Smoke tint on da
Long bend in the road that shines in the rain
Long wide Cadillac taking up every inch of the lane
Big tread black rubber got mags on my wheels
I'm
Chef man
Let's go nigga, let's go
You know what it is man (c'mon love let's go)
No love for crow dads, them wheels is old mags
Factory joints,
Overlord Da
Rula i don't do no
Deals, you must be stupid if
You think you could
Catch me in the field all type of
Guns I got the mags and the barrel wheel
Ich mag schnelle Sachen, die fahren
Ich mag schnelle Sachen, die fahren
Porsche, Ducati, Ferrari, McLaren
Ich mag schnelle Sachen, die fahren
Ich
Me and foenem in a steamer tryna leave a nigga stinking
Fuck her once then I'm leaving
I get bloody for no reason
Got lil shiest behind the wheel we
Huwag kang mag-alala
Nakaukit na sa isip ko
Nakatitig sa 'yong mata
Nasa langit na ba ako
Minsan lang nagsama
Sa Lunes aalis ka na
Salamat na rin
Huwag kang mag-alala
Nakaukit na sa isip ko
Nakatitig sa 'yong mata
Nasa langit na ba ako
Minsan lang nagsama
Sa Lunes aalis ka na
Salamat na rin
Huwag kang mag-alala
Nakaukit na sa isip ko
Nakatitig sa 'yong mata
Nasa langit na ba ako
Minsan lang nagsama
Sa lunes aalis ka na
Salamat narin
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