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cars & coffee - xavier wulf & quintin lamb lyrics

d*mn
i’m down the hill dodgin’ dogs in my 8
f*ck what you waitin’ for
i wake up and take it
i see you breakin’ boy
i knew you couldn’t make it n*gga
every car i got slammed to the pavement
what i spent for these you couldn’t make the payments
i put my leather through a true north fragrance
new rotor forms hit the fender i heard it scr*pin’
i hit the scene with a couple blunts
no, this is not the runtz
they say what you smokin’ on
b*tch i’m smokin’ diamond crumbs
she just bought herself a car
now she gettin’ to and from
i f*cked her than i f*cked her friend
causе she said it’s cool with her
i f*cked hеr than i ducked again
but i still ain’t through with her
katanas in the chandalier
like i’m a yakuza or sum
we used to crack cars
now i feel so bad for screwin’ em
now i send legal money back to my
jeweler and them
i pull up so clean she eliminated you and him
i don’t give no f*ck bout none of you n*ggas
or the rest of them
i pulled up with more hp
and got the best of him
smell the weed from here to az
she came back again
dub edition tour i pull up and scream i’m back again
see the line up and wrap around
than back down again
she asked me permission if it’s cool
if she can bring a friend
she said this my only best friend
we the freaky twins
how much do you know?
what you know bout what you think you know?
i know you went broke
and don’t ask me how i think i know
spin and i spin again
rims and the michelins
got to spec the custom lens
i’m at the cars & coffee in my old school
old dudes think it’s cool
they said you got a classic fool
i turned the tables in my favor
told that b*tch to sign this waver
for you partake in them party favors
god d*mn i just beat a lamb
they caught me in the traffic cam
send the ticket don’t give a d*mn
i hit the streets and make the traffic jam
all my n*ggas ridin’ slam
play with me i get ya blammed
i’ll put ya with some eggs and ham
b*tch came from a foreign town
chain came out the hoover dam
hit the club and tore it down
on tour i do that every town
she said whats up with it now
i said whats up and beat it down
hollow squad the toughest round
i hit the show and blow it down
i don’t do no runnin’ round
the smoke i pull up windows down
he popped up now he underground
i told his ass to settle down
i pop up d*mn near anywhere
but you ain’t never see me ‘round
i don’t give no f*ck bout none of you n*ggas
or who you be around

- xavier wulf quintin lamb lyrics

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