Lyrics:
to keep them haters one step behind me
Ain't nothin' changed but the time that they hand out
But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out
Cause
no lie, and you know this (ballin')
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
Ya boy gettin' paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)
Eight fly rides
Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame
Yeah, I see the traffic but we dipping on the shoulder
Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder
Fellas, grab your shoes
Cars and cruise
Ladies, grab a hand
Step in 2's
C. West, Gunnaz
Know 112 is rockin' this
Everybody groovin'
They
Now when I get off the train and start walking again
That's when I feel like the world is my best friend
When I get out of the car and start
my car
We can't rewind we've gone too far
Oh, ah, ah, oh, oh
Oh, ah, ah, oh, oh
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my
to the ground
Skinny's on sticks in the back could cruise around
Used to drive around cars like that while we movin' yayo
You ain't have to do like that, then who
the backseat of your car
And I told you it was love
But you don't wanna know the truth
I was young and in my prime
With my heart still filled with fear
in the car
Let's get on the express way, let me tease you ma
And while you drive baby, I wanna taste your tongue
Pull in to rest area, and let me give
makes a scene
Flea out your door into my car
How can I drive something so beautiful and not speed'
Through the sign that they stop at this
there go bad azz
G'd up looking good shinning in a race car
Rims so big on that bitch look like a fake car ha ha ha
You niggas ya'll gone hate me now
at the cars, look at the planes)
Don't frown, just get up, get up (look at the sun, look at the stars)
The wallpapers moving
My arms and my legs leave
a silver bullet.
Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin' 2 b****es goin' at each others p****.
Top chopped sent the car to a barbershop.
My driveway
parked my car in the car park
Now she hates me and every time she hears my song she's changing the station
I swear the human brain weren't designed
They assured him there'd be work for him in town building cars
Its already going down
The cars never came to town and the roads never got built
stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend
A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga
Out of the car, longhair!
If I could write, I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights
Where we'd dig around the bones
And try to find peace
leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways
I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way, rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways
[Chorus]
Big boss
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back
I pour
already know
Every time I try to get away, I can't let it go
Plush lifestyle, fly cars and the pretty hoes (pretty hoes)
So play your distance by
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind like Waka's man
Chopper's spraying, getting head in a car
This old car, was once brand new
On the day, that you were born
But sixteen years, have rolled right through
And soon you'll drive me on your own
clothes
And (oh) diamonds, cars, rims, shining
None of this compares to what I see in you
Materials don't mean a thing to me
Girl you are the world
And in the dark it comes for me
Malevolent and without thought
Uprooting trees, destroying cars
Cold and relentless, with arms outstretched
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