She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase
She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a
: She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for
She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for
revolve around me? Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets But I don't know much about classic cars But I got a lot of friends talking classic
world revolve around me Build my dreams please grow a all over the streets But I don't know much about classic cars (cars) But I got a lot of friends stuck on classic
in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
L and Ten killin' 'em, Three killin' 'em You thought we broke up but we was reassembalin' Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin' The villa on some classic
it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple
the streets put me to it See y'all niggas is late See it's big face, big living, big dogs and big pimping Game played with nothing but precision Money, cars
the shit I kick you gon stub your toe boy thats just how tough I go see this is my life work this shit you callin classic, I be like that mic work want
the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them scream wha-wha [Curren$y] Cars
circle C-low Now all the niggaz hating C-know As we move on the D E low For our fam in jail, no stars just bars No cars unless the B M T own 'em Crook
drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest
