Drive, drive, drive, d-d-drive, drive, drive Driving fast to impress or not Words just slip or trip over over lips Car drive west (car drive west) Sex
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Drive, drive, drive, d-d-drive, drive, drive Driving fast to impress or not Words just slip or trip over over lips Car drive west (car drive west)
Sex I the morning, sex at night, sex in the afternoon's alright Ain't a man on earth, that can stay alive Without a sex drive Sex Sex Sexy I was in
ain't trippin' She can go where ever she like You'll never catch me slippin' Nigga, my love game is so tight And I'll give her whatever she needs And you can't match
'd get you I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter, maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then
good for me, I know that she's a wildflower She's got a restlessness, a beautifulness, a thing about her But here I am again calling her back Lettin' her drive
'm 'The Crusher', 'King of the Ring' I'm 'The Crusher', 'King of the Ring' I'm 'The Crusher', 'King of the Ring' I'm ready for a match with the Russian Bear Gonna pile, drive
There ain't nothin' that's more sexy Than a girl that want, but don't need me Lovely face, nice thick thighs Plus she got drive that matches my drive
then when i was inside penola i did days drive top in my rova i hate to say it but god damn i took ova Sbeezy. hat goin match my shoe shirt goin match
m chicag0 i kill em with tha wind0w 0n my feel but tha stain as ah y00h hataz im shinin in my diabl0 match tha pants and im real clean s0 drive sl0w she
The gift is on Broadway Home a million miles away, away, away You met your match Stars catch your eyes You cry a bed You've met your match You burn
from baby? Yeah! I'm coming home I wanna build my Rome and get high But I can't find my matches And when you rap me you drive me to say this Hey love
[Chorus:] Top notch whips that's What I drive 24 inches rims & tires Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes They stare me down, And I'm wonderin why
our own movies. So you ain't gotta go to the theater, just call Boosie. Yellow yellow yellow on my shit. Match with my yellow watch, girls on my dick
Boy you'll be the death of me You're my James Dean You make me feel like I'm seventeen You drive too fast, you smoke too much But that don't mean a thing
cha, this ain't the typical story Therefore I don't fall in the category I'm cool calm and collective You con'in a Lexus Blew chronic for breakfast It match
and understand how I flow Got cribs on both coasts But I?m a Chicago getter You get down, but you ain't a gold digger You got the soul with the figure to match
