Young Judo - 1998 Honda (feat. Toxinz & triplesixdelete) Lyrics
Young Judo 1998 Honda (feat. Toxinz & triplesixdelete)

1998 Honda (feat. Toxinz & triplesixdelete)

Young Judo


Lyrics 1998 Honda (feat. Toxinz & triplesixdelete) - Young Judo feat. Toxinz & triplesixdelete




300 in the bank, eating fettuccine pasta
I might have to get the 1998 Honda
Take it downtown, bumping with the sound up
Or a lamb truck, so they can't come 'round us
Feel like Nahmir, steady smoking like a rasta
This a concept, and I ain't talking 'bout them being starstruck
Taking off, rocket test, like Der Eisendrache, bruh
Ain't a contest, dropping bombs, leave the car stuck
Pockets, flooded, I need a plumber
This ice abundant, it's nothing, to me, it's a number
I got the thumpers, big hundreds in a bundle
Ready to rumble, I got that bass that make the cookie crumble
Homie posted up, and then he took a tumble
We are not the same, you obviously ain't been humbled
Up in the jungle, it's fuck the slumber, we cold like tundras
Solar Flare plated armour, we hot like Summer, shut the shudders
300 in the bank, eating fettuccine pasta
I might have to get the 1998 Honda
Take it downtown, bumping with the sound up
Or a Lamb Truck, so they can't come 'round us
Feel like Nahmir, steady smoking like a Rasta
This a concept, and I ain't talking 'bout them being starstruck
Taking off, rocket test, like Der Eisendrache, yuh
Ain't a contest, dropping bombs, leave the car stuck
I wanna bring the rage, bitch, yeah
We gon' hit him in his face, he gon' think I had a light switch
Bullet to your leg, bitch, yeah
We gon' run inside his place, leave him walking with a cane, bitch
Heads what I spray, it ain't nun but a fight
I'll be that dirty notherfucker running off with your bike
You better carry a knife, I'm lurking dead in the night
These motherfuckers was right, when fatality strike, ulegh
300 in the bank, eating fettuccine pasta
I might have to get the 1998 Honda
Take it downtown, bumping with the sound up
Or a Lamb Truck, so they can't come 'round us
Feel like Nahmir, steady smoking like a Rasta
This a concept, and I ain't talking 'bout them being starstruck
Taking off, rocket test, like Der Eisendrache, yuh
Ain't a contest, dropping bombs, leave the car stuck



Writer(s): Daniel Mace



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