rims go, I'm an 84 dealer A smile peeler when I mash out in the Cady Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smoking on a fatty This UGK 4 Life, if
catch me at the Rose Bowl game, In a 4-door range, With a Rose gold chain, Wrapped around my neck, Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon, With my
phantoms, sweet wheels Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock Jay Electronica, this a dome
imitate us but you look a mess There was quite a few shorties that I impress I was hype to cop a feel, never mind sex Use to sneak to get a call, we ain
my mind I found shelter In some thoughts turning wheels around I said 39 times that I love you to the beauty I had found Well its 1 2 3 4 take the elevator
Big phantoms, sweet wheels Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock Jay Electronica, this a
us but you look a mess There was quite a few shorties that I impress I was hype to cop a feel, never mind sex Use to sneak to get a call, we ain't have
- in the year of the dropper tight Saw a grey mouse rabied poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin
da, da da da) I'm always strapped, worthless in a world that won't change I could catch a body in a ?wiffle? board [Chorus x4] Every joint I rock, Every
In a severe beat persistent, As scarecrows we wait. Civil quarters in Haitian tongue. Fatherless forfeiture, Of blue cerebral lawn. Hollow be your fertility
I got one chick, no kids no drama I soak in, music sing soap operas I got four wheels one board globe trotter I got money got God I still got problems