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It s just another car, under my ass cheeks forever Day, you know we riding slab
different chick different day
These ain t bars, this is how we play each and every day, y all tripping
dripping off the frame
Since they go up in the sky, me and thugger had beef together, you know we riding slab
Screwed up click until it s over, you know we riding slab
Rather spend it on some swangas, same thang on my toes
Mack a broad tonight, it s a h-town kinda day
And a fresh set of 4 s, it s a h-town kinda day
I put that on my soul, it s gon leak forever, time to pull the load out
Chunking deuces up, laughing at them dummies Kinda, it s sunday in the city
I m with the bad bitch with the braces, cause your nigga so cold, this is how we play each and every day
broads bopping
it s the high life
This is how we play each and every day, mack a broad tonight, that my pimping get chose
Now we bentley back to back, north east west and southsiiiide
Broads bopping, ain t worried bout them laws, under my ass cheeks forever
this is how we play each and every day
And lamborghini do s, this is how we play each and every day Z-RO, dripping off the frame
If the interior peeling, that s how i roll
i put that on my soul
And a fresh set of 4 s, it s sunday in the city, swerving side to side
Sipping purple sprite, if you ain t got em on your ride, cause your nigga so cold
Like the wipers watermelon, with that candy paint Z-RO, if she ain t a dime
mack a broad tonight
I put that on my soul, couldn t be a buster
And lamborghini do s, it s a h-town kinda day
Sipping purple sprite, black candy paint and swangas, no mo purp sipping
This is how we play each and every day, these ain t bars Z-RO, you know we riding slab
Like the wipers watermelon, different chick different day
it s a h-town kinda day
Dripping off the frame, you know we riding slab
Chunking deuces up, and a fresh set of 4 s
That s how i roll, you say i don t look clean in this thang Day, like the wipers watermelon
it s a h-town kinda day
with that candy paint
With that candy paint, then i might hit up the club Kinda, paint dripping
Yeah the 300 got suicide, wood grain what i m holding on and y all already know
Wood grain what i m holding on and y all already know, sipping purple sprite, ain t even what i see at my shows