Lyrics:
Dans la Ford
On avance tous les soirs
Sous la lumière bleue
Je sais pas si c'est ce que je veux
Je suis plus dans le fond que dans la forme
Sur la
That girl's a Ferrari
Who thinks she's a Ford
She's a perfect ten
If you're keeping score
I love the way you are
A down to earth super star
It's not
en el hood del bro
Estaba en block so stoned
Estaba en el hood del bro
Sentado en un ford scort
Estaba en el hood del bro
Estaba en block so
game in case you ain't notice
No Ford, gotta keep my focus
Want a pic so I hit em with poses
Why they ride my dick? Got no class
On the gram see her
full all 100's 100's
My neck froze need me ice to freeze me up
Pullup pullup pullup all blues crisp walk
Nigga know how we coming
Conveyed Ford Ford
Smell good feel good look good
Smell good feel good look good
Smell good feel good look good
Smell good feel good look good
Smell good Tom Ford
Turn the Ford in to a Benz
Tryna make out the ends
Turn the Nike into a Kenzo
Tryna make it out the ends
Make it out with my friends
Turn
Kush and Dior, you know what it's for
Got a crush on the girl next door
Slidin' in a Benz Truck, it's not no Ford
Pull up to the party with
Then I walked inside
Dealer came to me
Said "Trade in you Ford
And I'll put you in a car
That'll eat up the road
Just tell me what you want
And then sign
Mariah, I seen the big black Ford
Well, he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Hunted Black Johnny with a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out in
Mariah, I seen the big black Ford
Well he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Hunted Black Johnny with a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out
night
Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run(run)
White boys jump out pointin wit they guns (5-0, 5-0)
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back(ay)
Hope dem boyz
a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line
and my girl and ol' Sick Em Sam
In a flatbed Ford off the Copperhead Dam
Listen to Jennings sing that lonesome song
It's all just right, y'all can keep
Eating fried chicken and guitar picking.
Crank it up
Hey, do you like the way Colt Ford
Is thumpin' got your stereo pumping.
Hey, do you like
veros pasar de mí,
y a quién le importa si yo soy un mandao
de este corazón.
El que a veces pregunta la forma de cómo meter
un duende en un Ford Fiesta,
to play me like IPod
Used to it just like the chalk on the blackboard
Blackboard
Now I get money like Akon
Give them Gucci Versace and Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Louis and that Tom Ford yeah
On that Tom Ford
Ey what it is yeah It's been a minute
Voices in my head say get up and get it
Everyday I hustle so I get
The Ford go straight, spit the mind
They running fast like a Bonnie and Clyde
They can not away from the cop
DEADEND is more closer
More booster,
die hiway vir my
Want dis ‘n Ford wat ek ry
Nie ‘n Isuzu of ‘n Nissan of ‘n Hilux vir my
Nie ‘n Cruiser of ‘n Rover of ‘n Jaguar vir my
Dis ‘n Ford wat
Ein paar Runden um den Block
Keine halbe Stunde und die Cops
Halten um uns in nem Ford
Was haben wir genommen?
Keine Kugeln nur paar Shots
Ein paar
and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of Jesse's
rolling downhill 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
I was motivatin' over the hills I saw you and Maybelline in a Coupe DeVille
The cadillac rollin' on an open road but nothin' outrun my V8 Ford
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