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No Singles
by Girl Talk
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Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (uh)
Blowin' kush smoke out the window (right)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles (uh)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (right)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (uh)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
My pen way sharper than a sword
Keep your cool, don't make me pull a cord, my lord
Was in the trap, see the cracks in the decor
Still paint chips droppin' on the floor, my lord, uh
God bless ya, smooth like Drexler
Mind state trained to move itself like Tesla (uh)
Crime rate boostin', chicks takin' trips, troopin'
Profited from them trips to Houston (really)
GED, gettin' every dollar
Countin' stacks, either that or get to bouncin' like Impalas (uh)
Have them jack boys all up on your collar
And twenty-five's the new numbers for lows, I'll holler
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Blowin' kush smoke out the window (hahaha)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles (yeah, yup)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (right)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (uh)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
I was whippin' in the kitchen, whipped it on the corner
I was workin' on the foreign, whipped it 'til the mornin', you was snorin'
Pushin' on some buttons, turnin' nothin' into somethin'
It was lint up in my wallet, now these pockets super lumpy
Breakin' bread with my partners, whippin' on some choppers
Stick my arm out the window just to shine on these boppers
Just to shine on these bitches, recline on these hoes
When your wrist game froze, tell 'em, "Anything goes"
Gutter bass with the treble, mix the highs with low
Woodgrain on the dash, reppin' wires with Vogues
Pop trunk for the show, inside, it glow
Chrome grill and the women whip wide and slow, hold up
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Blowin', blowin' kush smoke out the window
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
Pockets, pockets full of hunnids, no singles
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (uh)
Blowin' kush smoke out the window (right)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles (uh)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (right)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (uh)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
My pen way sharper than a sword
Keep your cool, don't make me pull a cord, my lord
Was in the trap, see the cracks in the decor
Still paint chips droppin' on the floor, my lord, uh
God bless ya, smooth like Drexler
Mind state trained to move itself like Tesla (uh)
Crime rate boostin', chicks takin' trips, troopin'
Profited from them trips to Houston (really)
GED, gettin' every dollar
Countin' stacks, either that or get to bouncin' like Impalas (uh)
Have them jack boys all up on your collar
And twenty-five's the new numbers for lows, I'll holler
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Blowin' kush smoke out the window (hahaha)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles (yeah, yup)
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (right)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (uh)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
I was whippin' in the kitchen, whipped it on the corner
I was workin' on the foreign, whipped it 'til the mornin', you was snorin'
Pushin' on some buttons, turnin' nothin' into somethin'
It was lint up in my wallet, now these pockets super lumpy
Breakin' bread with my partners, whippin' on some choppers
Stick my arm out the window just to shine on these boppers
Just to shine on these bitches, recline on these hoes
When your wrist game froze, tell 'em, "Anything goes"
Gutter bass with the treble, mix the highs with low
Woodgrain on the dash, reppin' wires with Vogues
Pop trunk for the show, inside, it glow
Chrome grill and the women whip wide and slow, hold up
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Blowin', blowin' kush smoke out the window
Pockets full of hunnids, no singles
Pockets, pockets full of hunnids, no singles
