CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Trans Am
Yo, white powder gave a b*t*h a runny nose on the front row of the show doing cartwheels
Trying to cut it like a sawmil eyes, baby blue like the North Carolina tar heels
She put a leg out like the letter R, still hands on the side with the broad hips
We're all hot, but, imma have to leave her outside cause I got a full house like a car deal
Can't be romantic, with a seat no handle, just please no candids
No cameras, please no sandwich, but, I'm still hungry so please no panties
Your friends so lame and so conservative, she's so granny
I don't got hard candy in a bowl, but, yo I got two bar xannies
Catfish is stupid, I don't bow hunt but, this money's cupid
And I wanna fund this human, invest in the chest like I run a union
She sip the brown liquor, quicker, quicker, now hunny's ruined
This bunny's clueless but, she's Australian that onion's bloomin'
She called me a mad c**t, and asked me to drink from my shoe
Let me tell you that I didn't even waste none, Versace hills taste good too
I devour that sh*t them hourglass hips but, I'm runnin' out of time, that's quicksand
I ain't really got no big plans get the kiss in, we can switch hands like a wristband
Look, I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
I don't drive her to the mall, I don't even drive at all when I'm drunk I'ma drive her up the wall
I broke up the leaf, she smokin' the weed, let her roll up the green like an 8-ball
Yeah, roll up the green like an 8-ball
Corner pocket iPhone make a porno, watch it
That's dive bar talk for the high class, I'm a neon sign in a loose wall socket
Got her rollin' up a cigarillo
Got her drippy like a weepy willow
Twenty minutes I'm up in the meadow
Got her drippin' on a body pillow
Got her sippin' Kane, find a little
Rainbow on the sheets, can't find skittles
Good lord, that's painted with makeup
Pinocchio Geppetto
Tangled and banged up an angel
She got a ring around her head like a bowcut
I wrecked it, crashed it, danger
Got her pulled out of the bed with a tow truck
Both us wobble to the 'frigerator need a respirator and a ice water and a Coca
No luck at the Coca, drinkin' cola, then we did it all again on the sofa
Look, I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the apollo...
Oh, sh*t, dropped that whip
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up quick
Black boots, motor bikes
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up right
Tattoos on her throat, pin-up b*t*h, Marilyn Monroe
Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat
Oh, sh*t, dropped that whip
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up quick
Black boots, motor bikes
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up right
Tattoos on her throat, pin-up b*t*h, Marilyn Monroe
Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat
Trans Am
Trying to cut it like a sawmil eyes, baby blue like the North Carolina tar heels
She put a leg out like the letter R, still hands on the side with the broad hips
We're all hot, but, imma have to leave her outside cause I got a full house like a car deal
Can't be romantic, with a seat no handle, just please no candids
No cameras, please no sandwich, but, I'm still hungry so please no panties
Your friends so lame and so conservative, she's so granny
I don't got hard candy in a bowl, but, yo I got two bar xannies
Catfish is stupid, I don't bow hunt but, this money's cupid
And I wanna fund this human, invest in the chest like I run a union
She sip the brown liquor, quicker, quicker, now hunny's ruined
This bunny's clueless but, she's Australian that onion's bloomin'
She called me a mad c**t, and asked me to drink from my shoe
Let me tell you that I didn't even waste none, Versace hills taste good too
I devour that sh*t them hourglass hips but, I'm runnin' out of time, that's quicksand
I ain't really got no big plans get the kiss in, we can switch hands like a wristband
Look, I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
I don't drive her to the mall, I don't even drive at all when I'm drunk I'ma drive her up the wall
I broke up the leaf, she smokin' the weed, let her roll up the green like an 8-ball
Yeah, roll up the green like an 8-ball
Corner pocket iPhone make a porno, watch it
That's dive bar talk for the high class, I'm a neon sign in a loose wall socket
Got her rollin' up a cigarillo
Got her drippy like a weepy willow
Twenty minutes I'm up in the meadow
Got her drippin' on a body pillow
Got her sippin' Kane, find a little
Rainbow on the sheets, can't find skittles
Good lord, that's painted with makeup
Pinocchio Geppetto
Tangled and banged up an angel
She got a ring around her head like a bowcut
I wrecked it, crashed it, danger
Got her pulled out of the bed with a tow truck
Both us wobble to the 'frigerator need a respirator and a ice water and a Coca
No luck at the Coca, drinkin' cola, then we did it all again on the sofa
Look, I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
I done a lot of f**kin' sh*t man
Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
I just shook a lot of f**kin' hands man
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the apollo...
Oh, sh*t, dropped that whip
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up quick
Black boots, motor bikes
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up right
Tattoos on her throat, pin-up b*t*h, Marilyn Monroe
Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat
Oh, sh*t, dropped that whip
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up quick
Black boots, motor bikes
Me and that b*t*h gonna pull up right
Tattoos on her throat, pin-up b*t*h, Marilyn Monroe
Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat
Trans Am
