Lyrics:
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The feather in the scale
Makes their faces turn pale
You're cooler than pacman
Sipping on a cocktail
Now that my work's done
You know you're going
get your peers to lend
You a hat, a beer, a pen,
And some scraps in your rear end.
Quit acting sincere, friend
In fact, I extract passion from fear in
drift (What?)
着物 drip (What?)
Flexing in that whip (Yuhh)
Hand on the wheel get a grip man (Skrt Skrt)
Tokyo drip
Flexing in that whip (Vroom)
I’m
climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck
been slaughter, but he turned his wheel
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid
And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids
And there at that
from the rear
As I tapped you right on your belt
And you tried to look surprised
Like you didn't know I was behind ya
But I could tell by your smile
You
Big Joe topped the hill
It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel.
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid A
nd gave his life to save
to follow
Stress on my chest
Get the tattoo tomorrow
Live with regret
Like you beaten by your father
Feel it in my veins
Like I'm shooting up the sorrow
See
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
Big Joe topped the hill
It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel.
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid A
nd gave his life to save
careful, they tell him by the earful
Kids doing skid bids, acting out is terrible
Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on
Pants sagging back when
can't go anywhere
But as we slip in and out of embrace
Like some old and familiar place
Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before
you from the rear, as I tapped you right on your belt
And you tried to look surprised, like you didn't know I was behind ya
But I could tell by your
your friend if we lean and slap this (blah)
Blow man's face off the atlas, YPB, man we fully on badness (gang)
If we don't talk 'bout guns or drugs
of a giant
I'm above it all till I'm stepping on your car like
Wooo Ooo Ooo Oooh
I won't let em take my wheels when I'm riding fire
Wooo Ooo Ooo Oooh
Having
the middle when
Joe topped the hill, and could
Have been slaughtered except
Joe turned his wheels, and
He jacknifed, and went
Into a skid, and folks
or lose your fingers
Me and El-P got time to kill
Got folks to kill on overkill
He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel
There's one black, one
the blunts and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our destination
'cause runnin' local parties is
wheel drive
These bitches yeah they stay spinning
No kizzy like I’m Lizzy
All these drugs got me dizzy
Rear wheel drive
These bitches yeah they stay
you by my side
I see the smoke piling up in the rear view mirror
Yeah but I ain't ever seen it any clearer
If the house burns down tonight
I got
hangin' out the window I hold
The wheel, one black, one white
We shoot to kill (Oh my God)
That fuckboy life about to be repealed that
Fuckboy shit about
the hill
It could have been slaughter but he turned his wheels
Joe lost control went into a skid
Gave his own life to save that bunch of kids
And there
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six double o,
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