Lyrics:
a glorious day,
By the way how long you been dead?"
Maybe you, maybe me
Maybe baby makes three
But she just shook her head
You got to fill out a form
that to my henchmen
(Bop)
Pull out the Glock, and I'm not about pissin'
Aiming at heads, swear to God
I don't miss 'em
2020 wasn't my year, I was busy
on shinning in the sun
Nowadays you just end up sentenced with a gun
To your head
Did you see , what I read
Did you see me laying down, my head bleeding red?
boys plotting
Bad bitch on my dick she gone ride it til she car sick
biting on me like a cobra Damn this chick a little Toxic
Bitch what's popping
Bitch
bussing
(Bop, bop, bop) surprise, surprise
None of you saw that coming
If my name was Paris
I would've spent half of my life embarrassed
I would've wished
my shit wouldn't start
[Chorus]
So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom
and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom
got shot like a day ago
I don't walk without my headphones
I dont' got cable in my crib
I don't even know how we got here
Be independent, is my fear
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
hands in the air
Got some haters over there
nah we don't even care
Smoking everyday
But my mind on my goal
Counting every blessing
From the cars
I'm going off then
Over head often
Gotta lotta baggage that's gonna cost em
Carry it on nobody saw them
Two and two you thought i lost em
Burdens
in A-town
Take off ya fake crown
Cause I'm the God-king Irate
Now bop ya head if you feeling my fate
I got the radio
on paperwork
I want my money just like big worm
Ock love the kids I'm in the streets just like big bird
I don't like to use no big words
We bout action over
speak
Shit fuck with my head, a nigga can't sleep
It's hard to crawl out when you waist deep
I ain't know how to swim when I was young
They threw me in
Slide off the cables and take the rings off!
Yo, ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you
would have gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off
Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies
be cuttin' when I
Be sittin' at the light
So I'm tired about all the bars
About my car collision niggas write
My dickhead might have a head
career like Michael Vick
Put the Eagle to your head like Donovan
Now that's two dirty birds up on my hip
With fully loaded clips so don't hold your lip
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
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