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Smoke Or Fire Cars

if you don't fuck with kush after tonight you will Couple of red exotic cars and blue pills Park that Aston Martin next to that Snoop Deville Fuck with him or

even here. Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography My family tree consists of street refugees. A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars

calendar was Martin, JFK, & Jesus, Gotta be fresh Go to school with fly sneakers. Schools with outdated books, We are the forgotten, Summers coolin' off by the fire

But god forbid the bitch divorce me I be flooded with ice or hell fire kid scorch me Cuban cigars Meetin' foxy at the mars Movin' cars Your top poppy

: [Mannie Fresh] Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) Check me out (Come on) Cash Money Millionaires Check me out [Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit

see. Rock City, Rock City, Be what you wanna be. Yeah! Well all the fancy cars, and all the funky bars. Feel the fire burnin' under your feet. When the smoke

It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face It Gotta Be The Cars Or The Trips That I Take

here Like Alex Haley take notes on this biography My family tree consists of street refugees A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like

and Paco (do it a) While playboys stepped in talent shows (let's do it again) Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool (do it a) Fuck them new model cars