Lyrics:
was a storm by The side
If you mistakenly smashed it with your car you'll get crushed Or you'll got wreck
And then before he left I told Him all about
crash your car, where Christ can rightfully deliver your car, and soul back The slum hospitals of Kentucky. Maybe I'll get lucky
A little bit blessed by
we running the city
Cause they fell in love with a bunch of these rappers
She wanna fuck in the back of the car
I was like huh?
She was like YOLO
That
Tried to talk to you
But you claim I don’t appeal
Tried to runaway
And I know that ain’t ideal but
Your love’s a car crash and my hands are on the wheel
supportin' (true)
My lil' boy only two and his neck is like a quarter (burr)
I built another house and I put it by the water (a mansion)
Diamonds dancin'
little pieces
They crash cars, it's like the wrath of Jesus
When acid hits your skin it causes you to shout
Tall I stand proud, awaiting the pain from
crash
Your brother thuggin', raise your hand if you got get-back for your mans (okay, let's go)
Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars)
Fifty
drinking
Without blinking man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in stages
(A+)
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin
We found his car abandoned in front of a strange-looking house on Detroit's south-west's side, miss
Oh, I told him never to go there!
Hey foxy,
car
Don't do no xans, won't pop no bars
Can't judge no man, you do yo' part (bitch)
(BITCH!)
RIP my babies free the guys, man
Hold yo head high this shit ah be over in a minute
Aye,
Speed limit probably like 60, doing 120, Prayer up to God we
I crash into your wall
Tijuana Cartel man, they killed him in the car
He think he invincible, think he above the law
Gun'll drip, designer down,
they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in
bitch, never meet the parents
Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced
Built the 44bunker real deep in Tampa
Got two hundred cars, haters screamin', "Damn it"
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Yeah
Okay
Yeah, I said
It's Saca man, you should know by now
220 on the dash
I tried to tell 'em
Riding 'round going full speed
Riding 'round going
Yeah okay
Yeah, I said
It's Saca man, you should know by now
220 on the dash i tried to tell 'em
Riding 'round going full speed
Riding 'round going
Driving down the crowded street
Lots of traffic, far as the eyes can see
In my car, just me
Lots of cars in front of my car
Lots of traffic, I've
pivot on that turn, tell them niggas watch and Learn
Now, I ain't one to brag bout just how fast it go, just know I'd rather have cars over
Clothes
Now, I
and I beat and I crash
X my car, three times out, now he can rest in peace
King of the Gods won't stop at my feet, shots through his lungs and now he
greasily
Man clap dat squeezily just action feasibly
Dem small an weak and measily
So one by one me a mek dem disappear like weezily
Im not done like rice
ain't really fair
I hit the gas
And I jumped the curb
And my tire blew up
And the car became a bird
I crash-landed into a gas station
Where a group
found
Among cosmic pebbles spiraling in shapes
Not ready to find out what movement takes
Crash Landing, a misunderstanding
Between the rocket car
hats gang flags
Plane crash ground Zero
No lost angels ain't you from my from my
Man's and them area? It's good to meet you
Ya man did 20 years for
Some
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