Limousines

Limousine Ya Yo He said ive seen them all come And ive seen them all go (all go) You can fake till you can't no more (No More) One day, when the lights hit your face They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey Yo Mr. Driver rock the right tune Make the right turn and get me there soon cuz The people wanna see a real nigga make it They tired of getting played on that fuck all that fake shit Shit but my style take a while just to make it Dress shoes no laces on my UK shit Riding sunset I whip my UK chick Hands on the wheel she rubbin my cockasian And Asian woman are patient with hella persuasion Cuz back in private school when I was rockin jewls They thought I was cool But now im rappin for hipsters the addicts the gangsters The magic the trap songs the ballads and all When you got back to back (bad girls and nice car) Fancy things and limousines and tinted windows And private parties The whole world wants to get in Ya Yo He said ive seen them all come And ive seen them all go (all go) You can fake till you can't no more (No More) One day, when the lights hit your face They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey Ah alright alright if she ripped the black card right off my hip And went and got her some shit that I could watch her strip in And out of Damn im that shallow Catch me spittin some drama my mama wouldn’t be proud of Girl picture your future We gon’ make it sit right Say you size seven, we gon’ make the eight fit right Right told the shoe man As if his ass was under He said nigga fuck you ive been downloading your songs for free Good damn this life so raw She said this my lucky pen pullin down her lucky bra But I tell it like it is So careful who you pretend to be Its hard knowing where you going riding in a limousine When you got back to back (bad girls and nice car) Fancy things and limousines and tinted windows And private parties The whole world wants to get in Ya Yo He said ive seen them all come And ive seen them all go (all go) You can fake till you can't no more (No More) One day, when the lights hit your face They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey We broke the lock on the school of hard knocks To rid the blocks of them geologist niggas collecting rocks But at least as far as we know It ain't about the ego Since rhymes have been lethal Ive been shootin for the people This is one of them one joint that nigga raise glass to One of them ones the girls can shake their ass to Not that they have to but god damn they oughta Once one girl dances the other girls follow Lets go When you got back to back (bad girls and nice car) Fancy things and limousines and tinted windows And private parties The whole world wants to get in Ya Yo He said ive seen them all come And ive seen them all go (all go) You can fake till you can't no more (No More) One day, when the lights hit your face They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey