Lyrics:
madness with your leather and your spikes
Heads are bobbing all around
It is hot as hell tonight
Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
is getting pregnant
Don't dab, don't dance
Do me, own swag
Leather soft, you niggas softer
What's that smell? Rigor mortis
South Beach, socks off
It's gangsta
Welcome to the D where the concrete cracks from the weather
When it's cold, keep buyin' weed packed in the leather
Heat, hail,
Ey, baby, yeah
Baby
It don't get no better
And my tongue riding your leathers, ey
Feelin' you get wetter
We'll be making love until the morning
The simple truth about the love he brings to me
Where do I start?
Like a summer rain
That cools the pavement with a patent leather shine
He came into my
girlfriends
White leather, hot new pair of rims
Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hairpin
Big work, we don't need a scale, man
Big paper, say "Good
getta
People dying over wood grain chrome and some leather
They got expensive tastes but the faith tastes better
I know the ice wet but the living
Britney, Lindsay and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
make a little more bread.
He's been through all of the changes,
From rock opera to Mantovani.
Now he wears a swastika band
And leather boots up
the leathers, the CL drop
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty, don't believe me, then come with
pocket full of Hunn
If I was sellin' swag man I woulda sold a ton
Designer sneaks leather seats
They say money talk that's why you never speak
Every
the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smellin' like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that I
With even the alphabet she only sings the crooked letters
Let mama take all the risks
For that chemistry she like them tougher than leather
?
By any
wall street but this is much finer
He had a leather look on a steal horse harley
A dark eyed girlfriend he called charlie
He looked a little lost
do to forget his name
Now there's only one thing left for me to do
Slip on my favorite dress and sky high leather boots
Check the mirror one last
the pouring rain
Ticket stubs to a Braves game
Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi, Vietnam
There was a picture of him callin' on grandpa
Leather skin
and our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rain
We're the junkyard dogs, we're the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front
a little
When I think of letting go
Champagne bucket still got two tears in it
And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix
Get the pressed leather
dance to rock music
Kiss while we do it
Talk till we both turn blue
Baby, if you wanna leave
Come to California, be a freak like me, too
Leather
I remember my grandfather's counsel
As he laid the leather to my hide
He said there's just one rule to life that always will apply
You can't do
G's and 5 five G's in one
[Chorus]
You ready to get loose, shawty, better be
Sittin' on them leather seats
If not, pat yo feet on the concrete
as cubes in ya ice tea
I used to dream 'bout a Benz now I own like 3
I gotta wine-colored V, with the wine-colored V
And reclined leather seats, I ain't
tops
Candy red paint on that yeah that thing a cherry pop
All peanut butter seats always leather never cloth
Hoe you couldn't wipe my pimping off if
Chevy's
Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five
M-I-A-M-I till I die, 3-0-5!
Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs
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