paroles de chanson Dumb Car - Colin Rich feat. Brandon Ferrer

Pull up on her in a dumb car
Gettin poppin yea I go off
Get it poppin I be so raw
Foreign broads I got foreign cars
They be hatin while I doze off
Sleepin on me thats your own fault
They don′t wanna see me show off
Gold on me Ima show it off
Pull up on her in some new givenchys
Pull up on her in some ysl
She be feelin on my ball mains
Come here baby no I'm fly as hell
You can see me always fresh to death
You can see me always fresh and clean
She gon come here when I send a text
On an poppin know that′s every night
We turnin up got the city lit
She turning up in the city lights
I see her turnin up in the club
Friday Saturday Sunday night
Know I'm out here I'm really livin
Know I′m out here I′m really chillin
Feel the vibe yea I know you feel it
Something new yea you know I'm with it
Party all night
Party till the morning
We gon show up at the after party
Wearn some important
I′m gone show up at the after party
With some one Important
Didn't see you at the after party you are not important
Just take a look at my chain
Just take a look at my wrist
Now I′m a brand
People they wearin my name
They tellin me Im the shit
Hold up now wait
I might just feel like the man
I might just feel like the man
Pull up in a foreign car
Got a bitch that's from Japan
Pull up on her in a dumb car
Gettin poppin yea I go off
Get it poppin I be so raw
Foreign broads I got foreign cars
They be hatin while I doze off
Sleepin on me thats your own fault
They don′t wanna see me show off
Gold on me Ima show it off
Man I hit the club with these random hoes
But they on my dick for the camera pose
She bent over her neck long
Loud pack and that diesel strong
She wide revived so I throw the bomb
King Kong and its 4th and long
She hit the club and she know what's on
Screaming out but nigga this my song
Uh
Kill that bitch
Night call the pastor
Your funeral we magnum blast em with these magnum rappers
Red feather that true chief
Rollin up that loose-leaf
Smoking on that last dragon
Call that shit that Bruce Lee
AC on I'm still hot
Big girls on deck like Jill Scott
Big cash up next like J Fox
She leaking out her juice box
Wet Wet
Mommy grab that shower cap
We got weed on deck and 5ths on deck mommy got that sour patch
So I eat it till I comatose
I have struck the mother load
I got the d
She took that d don′t stop she wanna overdose
Like don′t stop keep it real
Don't stop pop that pill
Don′t stop pop that don't stop pop that pussy bitchhhh
Pull up on her in a dumb car
Gettin poppin yea I go off
Get it poppin I be so raw
Foreign broads I got foreign cars
They be hatin while I doze off
Sleepin on me thats your own fault
They don′t wanna see me show off
Gold on me Ima show it off