Lyrics:
Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker
Snowman in full effect so play
The odd side 'til April
The tapes will grow so we
Can by posters
One way ticket, window seat
Heartache at 30,000 feet
The future fades into memories.
I'll get by somehow.
Three point landing at L.A.X.
Pockets
Yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Eastside all mine just like every time
Seven Lowriders outside in a line
Couldn't decide which one to drive
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
you take away the car I drive
I'mma still be Mary Blige
{Repeat 1}
{Prodigy}
Let's separate the bullshit from the truth
Straight up, I ain't got time
a candle.
Just bought a 458. (Bought a 458.)
Cost 300 racks. (Cost 300 racks.)
Ludacris I'm a legend. (God damn right.)
So I still drive in my Ac'.
bitch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, we pulling em off the lot
Don't even test drive it before I cop
Just bordered a yacht
Or at the craps table in
money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga
it's over)
I'm going full throttle (you drive me crazy)
All these Instagram models
I said they're nothing but trouble
I had to leave that ho alone
It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night
Take a toke from the smoke,
Never standing by the door,
Just stretching out pan de floor,
That way him don't fall over,
No way him gwan fall out
Standin' outside on a Friday livin' on tha edge,
'cause we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin',
For a drive by playin' tag wit
said and done
I'll be at the top bitch
'Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, we pullin' 'em off the lot
Don't even test drive it before I cop
Just
Damn Max, this one's too hard alright
Got me and my cell
Drive that Lambo fast look
Like I'm speed racing
This new Richard cost a milli'
Like I'm
to know you are you still there?
I used to know you i used to care
It goes far and wide it's a cruel device
I cannot drive you from my mind
I won't reach
bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin high
Ya feel it?
This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit
Word
People getting locked up, getting held up, getting beat by the cops they
Pay for, people getting lazy, gun crazy, going mad in a traffic jam,
Moves
She Pass By
All The Right Moves
Sparks Did Fly
Drives You Crazy
She Loves To Tease
She Won't Be Satisfied Till You're On Your Knees
She Drives You
the highway
No mo' drive by's
In my drive way
This is what's happening
I'm finally at my destination
I ain't one of 'dem bitches tryin'
I gotta get
I met you on a roller coaster
Drive by shooting
In a big black roadster
It felt so good
We danced in clubs
In ballroom gowns
Lined them up
See-G-Em-G-D-G
G-D-G-see-G-D-G
G-see-G-see-G-Em-G-D-G (ending:C-G-D-G-see-G-D-see-G)
Well, lucky number seven passed me by
Lucky number seven
ceiling to floor
(that hourglass ship girl) Only you can make me (wow) screamin' back for more
Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin' on,
'bout me
I drive the stolen car because it's faster (skrrt, skrrt)
I took off on these niggas, but no NASA
My slime know if I die, he a rich bastard
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