paroles de chanson Saab Stories (feat. M.Wade) - Shaka

Saab stories moving in and out the V
Eyes wide as my life flash in front of me
Paranoid still feel like somebody hunting me
They only seen a flash cops ask then it wasn't me
So many stories still up in this whip
Reminiscing got me slipping better get a grip
Don't pull up at the light that turbo might hurt ya
Buck 20 on the bridge I'm the silver surfer

Black leather turbo Swedish engineering
Hand on her thigh down shift use the knee for stealing
Camaro challenge he ain't know what he was looking at
Sport mode hit the gas I wasn't looking back
Big Rollie Hop out like what's happening
Bust down With a Blue face like it's Drakken
I'm too fly Fuck dripping bitch I'm splashing
I walk it to her Swim in that pussy unleash the Kraken
Some niggas like to trick it out some like it better stock
I might swap the sway bar get some better shocks
I wanted Cobra skin seats they said you better not
Shit I Had Venom on my back like Eddie Brock
We was out road trips up and down the coast
From Virginia to the Hamptons yea we did the most
Almost hit Springfield we cut it kinda close
3 Liter 6 had the power was getting ghost

Saab stories moving in and out the V
Eyes wide as my life flash in front of me
Paranoid still feel like somebody hunting me
They only seen a flash cops ask then it wasn't me
So many stories still up in this whip
Reminiscing got me slipping better get a grip
Don't pull up at the light that turbo might hurt ya
Buck 20 on the bridge I'm the silver surfer

In the Saab bumping Surf's shit
AK in the back we on that SERT shit
Hope 12 don't pull us over and start to search shit
But don't worry, we in a proper spot
White on a black block, we gentrifying neighborhoods
Might've passed by, you ain't seen it if you ask me
A couple bad times with ex bitches in the back seat
What is his life like, go head compare the vibes
I got pussy the one time I hit her with the stare and drive
02 Edition, yet we kept it in the best fit
Back in 02, the coke was looking like some fresh grits
Fresh mints'll solve more for these niggas they my juniors
If I seen your bitch I promise I'ma I scoop her
Don't tempt me
I ain't slipping when I roll thru the city
She rocking Gucci & Louie, she driving Beamers & Bentley's
I'ma G, PS voice command, no fingers
The shit talk back German sounding like some Old English

Saab stories moving in and out the V
Eyes wide as my life flash in front of me
Paranoid still feel like somebody hunting me
They only seen a flash cops ask then it wasn't me
So many stories still up in this whip
Reminiscing got me slipping better get a grip
Don't pull up at the light that turbo might hurt ya
Buck 20 on the bridge I'm the silver surfer