paroles de chanson Pimpmobile - Omen

What a plan, you're a man and you drive a minivan?
Here's the deal: I got wheels, and your wife has got the ham, hah
Cup holders holding cups with the drinks
I got blueberry vodka, boy, fuck did you think?
You got five-figure salaries? Sir, I got seven
I still copped the cruiser, shit's pre-nine eleven
When it comes down to the tires, I see that you're lacking
Mine are wide like your fat ass, like shoes they got traction, ha (ha)
You on that nine to five? I'm waking up at ten
But that's too early so I snort a fuckin' Ambien
Wake up at two, put on a Polo and some Champions
Your wife'll see me at three, like I'm the handyman
She calls me The Candy Man, I cover her in miracles
She fuck with my Lexus more than any other vehicle
Take her for a spin and then I get her in the back seat
That's why I'm riding solo while you are a deadbeat
My car's older then your mother when she had you
Benihana on my dash, flexing in the drive thru
Drive to your girl and I'll give her a ride or two
Drop her at a rave that she wasn't even invited to
And where's your gay ass at, is you asleep? (You're asleep!)
Under a blanket in the back seat of your jeep?
Thinking about me while the tears run down your cheek?
I'm in a mansion while you're parking In the street

Am I okay to go in a bit harder now?
Yeah, go hard, go hard
Okay, thank you

Pull up on your bitch with a car that's so fine
And we fucking inside with the seats that recline
And the leather that weathers the fire I'm blasting
She ready for action, this bitch made for lasting
The Lexus and I got the build and the bod
Seventeen miles per gallon, on God
I got the gas, my boys brought the grass
Ain't got a claim since I passed your fat ass last week
Clipping speakers with the back beat
Getting road head from a thick girl with a physique
Three-point-oh liter, 3VZ V6
Just enough space to run twelve fucking bricks (shush!)
The Lexus ES, your girl is impressed
She sends you some snaps as I bust on her chest
Bow down to your god, fucking write me some hymns
'Cause my car and your bitch? Boy, they both getting rims