More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
I need a 17 car garage
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals
'bout to get my other car
You get close but no cigar
Got a license, no car
How simple they are
At least i have my own house and a car!
Hope my city is not too far
We be in the party like we own that bar
I do it fast like vien diesel's car
That's how we make it right
Box car children trying to hide
Down the street to the car,
Don't go to far
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