Lyrics:
(uh-huh)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back (yeah)
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time
by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was
Gone and throw it back
Gone and throw it back
I need that throw back
Type of love
Gone and throw it back
Gone and throw it back
I need that throw
my side
Right by my side
You were You were You were
You were right by my side
Right by my side
Right by my side
There's not another
Love like yours
your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas
Hitting corner on them slabs
Seat laid
"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby
I love you, please, stay with me
Someone's comin', please, please"
It seems like everywhere I go,
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
me back
Take me back
Wish that we can stay around by that time
We used to be the lovers , I put you in my arm to sleep
now you just too hard to reach
To be in a Ferrari or the old SL
Or anything you see flashin' past and can't catch
That's me, gauge on the Escalade back seat, don't creep
Oh, what you
tracks, drop the funk on your ass
Beating like a dope fiend
Back seat riding in a limosine
Telling that freak all about me
The creater of greater,
black kart, shopper of the year
Around the world and back, with no Visa
I get it so hot in here, it give you feaver
The watch that I'm wearing right
Throwing six like Kareem
Bitch I'm ballin out the league
Man I gotta feed the team
Getting rich by any means
Fuck a rat
Chase the cheese
Smoke some
eternal home
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love
The watchman, he lay dreaming
like holding hands
Rose pedals in the seat
Throw it back for a G
Throw that ass on the D
Me I’m ready like Barry B
Beat the pussy by the sea
Look, That’s
shit
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is
Pull the strap from under the seat
Back up in the street
hearted guys stretch around my fingers but I'm like a magnet
I keep pulling you closer to me
We were reading love letters in the back seat
Over this 1990's
balls to my squad
Want everything I love, I'ma give my love a quad
Four wheelin', dirt biking, drug dealin
Got hurt from that back, she squealin
She
call, girl lets get right to the back seat, she like only if you ask me
I want you to take over
She like say the word, but I just said the word
Got
im in that bucket
Embrace that I'm handicapped and she love it
Back to back MVP I play for The Nuggets
Im In the function feeling drunkish
She wanna
was way back
To buy a bag of chips, I scrapped up cents to get lays bag
Like since I got a beard just like rick ross I need a Maybach
My dawg whipping
I don't want anymore pain
Or imma end this myself
I wanted to end all of me
Cuz I didn't have no help
I was dying on my seat
Ready to see her in hell
and the top down with the windows up
Text him back tell him I’ll be ready by three
When he’s outside don’t beep cause I know the neighbors sleep
Ima slip
that ass off this stage and on display, at my place
Want you stay, yeah
Seem like you've been dipped in gold
Either you in love with that pole or the way
the scenes from a front seat view
Lights camera action Kele Le
I can feel your passion omege
Never want a break hypnotised by you waistline
Picture perfect
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