I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars
Yeah, tell me about the love of ours
Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route
That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,
Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch
Drive real fast when i'm in my cars
Watching for hollow-tip shots
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.
Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits
Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
When you spill out hits
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >