Lyrics Gene Simmons - Oliver Francis
Push
to
start
ignition
with
the
heated
seats,
ooh
Rubber
bands,
yeah
I
keep
that
all
on
me,
ey
It′s
all
cash
why
the
fuck
I
need
a
lease,
ey
Digi
dashboard
we
gon'
catch
a
B,
shawty
All
I
smoke
is
gas,
all
I
rock
is
Raf
I
been
poppin′
tags,
throw
it
in
the
back,
yah
Two
seat,
six
speed,
digi
dashboard,
yeah
Yeah,
whip
it
like
a
Nascar
Balenciaga
kicks,
Saint
Laurent
denim,
ey
Tennis
bracelets
with
the
rocks
in
'em,
yeah
Shawty
wanna
kiss
like
I'm
Gene
Simmons
Brazilian
women,
all
I
rock
is
Raf
Simons,
yeah
Yeah,
how
the
fuck
I′m
comin′,
bitch
I'm
comin′
clutch
You
can't
tell
me
shit,
I′m
that
boy,
go
look
me
up,
ey
Bitch,
I
look
like
Majin
Buu,
yeah
Ain't
nobody
out
can
touch
me
on
the
Fruity
Loops
Rollin′
up
the
dub
with
these
hoes,
yeah
you
know
That
I
be
rollin'
through
the
573
with
my
bros
And
I
be
smokin'
on
some
bomb
ass
weed
with
my
woes
And
I′ve
been
stackin′
up
the
paper
with
nothing
but
the
flow
And
you
know,
yeah
My
only
motive
the
money
Yeah,
I
hear
'em
talkin′
shit
but
they
won't
take
shit
from
me
I
got
some
weed
in
this
dummy
I′m
on
the
beach
and
it's
lovely
I′m
with
a
dime
piece
and
she
love
me
And
I
ain't
never
worry
'bout
the
rest
I
seen
that
shit
and
I
wasn′t
impressed,
nah,
ey
Boy
this
cannot
be
your
best
Do
yourself
a
favor,
save
your
breath,
yeah
I
would
never
switch
up
for
a
check,
ooh,
nah
I
been
bottle
poppin′
with
my
set,
ah,
yeah
All
these
rappers
boring
me
to
death,
ah,
yeah
Do
yourself
a
favor,
save
your
breath,
yeah
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