Lyrics:
siren wail
I slipped on down to four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my tail
Now I got racin' stripes and dual pipes
And Smokey's got a Ford
Got a mill with
(Fuck you)
I need my hundreds dark blue like the Yankees
Slowly (Slowly) losin' my focus (Focus)
Need a bitch in a Benz, not a Ford Focus (Ford Focus)
baby's bought a ticket
Long as my clothes line
Na na na na, na-na-na
Na na na na
My baby went and left me in a '49 Ford
Going down the highway in
(Verse 1)
Everything I own is in my old Ford, except what's on my back
I got one more stop before I go to pick up my last check
And I'll leave a note
as they stomped their feet
Boasting about being able to get more ass
Than a toilet seat.
And the GMCs and the Straight 8 Fords
Were coughing
yee-haw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bails hay all day and don't know how to get down
Ain't none
like a festival
Me smoke trees 'til me high like an alien
Star Trek di mission like Mediterranean
Deep is di vision
Mr. Canadian in Ford Expedition
Could never throw shots at a super with power
What was Russia without the czars?
What was Henry Ford without the cars?
My grandparents worked at Ford
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't goin' to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, ho
I play as the glue in this shit
Come on baby ride with me let’s get high
Every time we fly private in the sky
Gucci on her bag Tom Ford on her eyes
Kylie lipstick G wagon when she
det er frisk, så' det afgjort
På ferie sender snap, det' mit postkort
Og bilen gi'r massage, det' dét comfort
Parfumen er Noir, det' dét Tom Ford
Og
bright, bright, bright
They're driving a Ford Focus but
They don't have no sight, sight, sight
Been gettin' up
For the light
Every night
Feels like a fight
double cup (cup)
No lo veo por la' gafa' de sol (sol)
Lo saqué de su zona 'e confort
Sueno como un Mustang de Ford (Ford)
Como si martillo la Glock
A piece of land
Making things grown with my own two hands
Coming home
Weary to the bone
At the end of the day
Country stores
Beat up fords
And songs with
I'm flexin'
I go as hard as erection
I spit it raw, no protection
Riding around in a Lexus
I remember packing six people in a Ford just to afford
hometown
In a corner singing
Black Jack David,
Don't Let the Deal Go Down
We called him back for more
Goodnight Brownie Ford
Just a kid
Breaking horses
Switching up
Leaving me
Breaking down
Hurting me
Aye
Gear in sports mode
Pushing down the street
Ford tough
You know I'm your Hercules, baby
You know
Get your picture off the dashboard of this ol' Ford
And start workin' on a brand new me
I know I need to quite drinkin' and smokin' and move
This is the highway
Ford, Holden, Ford, Holden
Why not try something more golden
Something fast messages shoulders
Ford, Holden both slow
That's a fact
Kofferraum des Ford Jeeps
G-T-A, Bikini Bottom
Meine City, meine Streets, hier wird bei Beef geschossen
G-T-A, Schwammconnection
Du siehst mich über den
step in front the process
Dive in cold waters
And I scare away the lochness
I just bought a Ford bronco
Put it in the driveway
Wood grain
Peaches
cars)
She keep askin' why my pockets so large
KA$HWAYZ what I represent for
In a Benz, while you inside a Ford
This Botega somethin' you can't afford
outside
You ain't got nothing on these, g
(I have a late model Ford) I
Know it's a late model Ford, late T Ford
(And you? What kind of a car do you
Have?)
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