Lyrics:
Some things you have to see for yourself
Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes
You niggas still can't afford
Made so many mistakes I know that my
the hill I saw Maybelline in a Coupe DeVille
Cadillac rollin' on an open road but nothin' outrun my V8 Ford
Cadillac doin' about ninety-five bumper to bumper
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
Ford
Breite Flügel, so wie Condor
Es kommen wieder Tonnen am Bord
Ich hab' Sinaloa-Sponsor
Wir duften nach Money und nicht nach Tom Ford
Pull' up
PVT location, pin drop on the hills
Eazy-E dark shades, take a lot of stills
Fashion forward zoom, Tommy Ford boom
All your hoes doomed, all your
Yeah, yeah, aha, ah
Yeah
Ist okay, Tom Ford auf Zip-Hoodie, Babe
Viele haben geredet, bis sie sehen, ich bin immun für Hate (okay, ja)
Ja, ist
hill like a snowball headed for hell
With no kinda chance for the flag or the liberty bell
Wish a ford and a chevy
Would still last ten years like
storm filled the sky.
And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine,
And I poured it full of this gas-I-line --
And I started, rockin' an' a-rollin',
Over
Climb every mountain,
Search high and low
Follow every byway
Every path you know
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Climb ev'ry mountain
Search high and low
Follow ev'ry by-way
Every path you know
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
Ford's about to drop, she won't do no more
And i smell my motor burnin'
Underneath the hood is smoke
Can't stop, and i can't stop
Got to keep on movin'
smoke and clouds of leavin' dust
Don't you know that we both saw taillights
Drivin' off our separate ways
You in that Ford, me in my Chevrolet
Don't
On se fait des "langues" en "Ford Mustang"
Et "bang", on embrasse les platanes
"Mus-" à gauche, "-Tang" à droite
Et à gauche, à droite
Un
Find out a little bit more
I don't wanna waste that moon
And the heat on the hood of this Ford
I don't wanna talk anymore
That homemade wine on your
the hill
I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac arollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' about ninety-five
She's
Climb every mountain,
Search high and low
Follow every byway
Every path you know
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
yet
Ford car, Ford car, Ford car's all rusted
But that Ford car's my favorite car
Gonna make that engine go
Mercury now, Mercury, Mercury's got
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From
like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the flag or the Liberty Bell
Wish a Ford and a Chevy could still last ten years like they
Some things you have to see for yourself
Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes
You niggas still can't afford
Made so many mistakes I know that my
the hill
I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac arollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' about ninety-five
She's
As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Maybelline in a Coupe DeVille
Cadillac movin' down an open road nothin' outrunnin' my V-8 Ford
Cadillac doin'
the hill
I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac arollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' about ninety-five
She's
Climb every mountain,
Search high and low
Follow every byway
Every path you know
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
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