We Like The Cars

[Intro] Bingo Ain’t that that motherfucker right there Yea yea look at that shit Oooo shit look at the motherfucking wheels Yo yea that’s it right there Damn nigga those rims tight like a motherfucker Hey give me a slim jim Hurry up motherfucker lets get the fuck out Don’t be trippin’ I’ll be outside y’all niggas hurry up Kane get me the motherfuckin radio Hey man you watching out Nigga hurry the fuck up Nigga I know what the fuck I’m doing, you just watch out Nigga you… c’mon man! You got it? You got it?! Yea Damn man c’mon get in Damn Where the screwdriver No no the screwdriver Uhh [Chorus] We like the cars, the cars that go boom We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom [Intro – J.R. Writer] Uhh, 1 2, Writer, Dipset writers block nigga I’m back, but I ain’t by myself I brought a few friends along Pulled up in something nice too 220 on the dash by the way [Chorus] We like the cars, the cars that go boom We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom We like the cars, we-we-we like the cars We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom [Verse 1 – J.R. Writer] Uhh, I get cheese, whip sprees, big D’s But it ain’t Bentley, it’s a Bugatti, with a parle On my off day, it’s a ducatti I don’t move sloppy, I’m a known goon And my trunk ain’t the only thing that go boom Get a pro room This is big cash, my whip so fast, I get whiplash When I skid past, with the rip rags So much rides I got my own six flags, damn! You want sick I can tell boy But my doors lift like they on steroids When I ever get to rode through the peas They be jealous as a hoe cus I bees No top exposed in the V (matter the fact) Tell Jerry Springer to throw me some beads [Chorus] We like the cars, the cars that go boom We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom We like the cars, we-we-we like the cars We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom [Verse 2 – Lil Wayne] Yea, uh um, call me two-seat Tune No speakers but I keep that boom Tell the car salesman I’ll be back soon Bought a truck for the night and a drop for the noon Pull up at the light pull the top back smooth Push one button and everything moves Push my button and everyone shoot And I got one word for the cops, vroom J.R and BMJR Only like weed and bitches in they car Television screen and systems in they car And my whip posed topless like for playboy haha I ridin’ down your family street Knock your portrait off your mantle piece Ha I’m probably listening to Coldplay or that old Jay ya [Chorus] We like the cars, the cars that go boom We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom We like the cars, we-we-we like the cars We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom