Lyrics:
is Atlanta
I said, "Think about your future, you can't do that tomorrow"
But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR
You like, "Hey, Pharrell, I
riders is
Get your own style don't Winona Ryder his
Ferrari Fab or you could say Spyder Spizz
SLR pullin' up on the side of his
Shorty's success ain't
Phantoms
Derek, Lam', Lenches, couple of Maybachs
Suited and booted, SLR McLaren bitches
Rolling see the way we holding see the money folding
Everybody
doubt i'ma stretch you
I'ma shoot you back 10 feet
I'ma catch you
Real brutal shit
Make sure I snap your neck too
SLR or the Aston Mar'
Lamborghini
Say yeah, 'Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me
suck
Bizarro, my carro, I borrowed from Chuck
A new SLR and Ferrarro deluxe
No money for the meter when I'm parkin' em
Gassed than a bitch no car with
SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
and booted, SLR McLaren bitches
Rolling see the way we holding
See the money folding
Everybody see the way we hit it
Chosen when we hit the road and
Everything
Twista (Twista)
Uh, Yea, F5 (Baby)
Wassup lil' mama (tasty), you know when I see you up
in that SLR, and take you to the 5 star Terry
Its about too
you go up a go lie
You wan' run and cyaan' run, you wan' hide
Now you finish like South African Apartheid
When me walk, make a SLR ride
Skin bun
supa dupa fly
You can call my missy's boo
Pull up in the SLR
Have all the mammals sick of you
All them college credits
You can throw them things away
You
the Cristal rolls ya down til' it slows ya down
I got a smoother style
For me it's Slow Motion like Juvenile
Til I pass through ya areas
The SLR, class
to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim what up)
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in
Vado:
Uh, I'm so cool, plus speak fly
You don't even hear the vroom when I breeze by
I see why, SLR, me and G-Y (slime)
Can't stop, hit the horn at least
di whole a town lock
SLR, camouflage a nyam e ruggid out back
War cyaa talk over, beg out nor buy out
Who nuh dead a who run
Weh or bloodclaat fly out
bullets in the jar (Jar)
9 double-M, Uzi, SLR
Dem bwoy nuh ready for the serious war
(Uh, huh) so we give dem more war, wah?
Bad with the guntalk, friend
a link
Wha yuh tink likkle chink
Killa say fi watch di pink
Yea! SLR bullet dem long like a pen
Bwoy blood run my murder ink!
Hey third verse the killing
clip of rapid an
It bruk di fire pin
Sidung 'pon dem ends like it is a office
Kotch it dem a load, SLR broke chalice
A must rapture dis to bloodclart
of acronyms
DD on her chest, CP on my chest
AC on the seats, TV in the deck
SLR couple GTs and a S
DBD(death before dishonor) when I speak, 200 Gs on my neck
police suit for
Mi never see nuh police man go war
Mi run out inna full camouflage,
Knapsack full a clip 2 bloodclaat S.L.R
U bring 2000 man go sting
you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, thirty floors up
You ain't
of acronyms
DD on her chest, CP on my chest
AC on the seats, TV in the deck
SLR couple GTs and a S
DBD(death before dishonor) when I speak, 200 Gs on my neck
and white Mercedes
SLR McLaren from the gutter where I come
Porsche with the fog lights in
Case I'm in the swamp
Drove the Bentley drunk
When I saw you knew
I can sign for one, two
Or three or four
Get three weeks off in a year or more
Save up and get my very own SLR
'Cause I can drive my very own tank
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