Текст песни In My Car - Wiz Khalifa , Juicy J

And I ride, and I'm high
Got my drink, roll my weed
While I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Where ever that change go, this gang go
So talk if they lame, the hoes on it
They want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what year I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm steerin', blowin' O's out the window
Suede on the floor, doors plus the ceiling
And I keep it clean
Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe they feet
Go over a few things then I'ma light this weed
Don't want no burn marks sweetheart
So hang it out the window
If you gotta fuck up once I get you outta here
Uh, I'm talkin' loud pipes and rally stripes
So much paper I mistake and have to count it twice
Yellow car come out at night, all the hoes be into it
Remote control start and that bitch runnin' when I get to it
Watch yo bitches run up 'til they get to it
And girl there's only one you ain't gon' get two of it
So ride wit' the nigga gettin' high, sittin' 22 inches fly
Who the shit
Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch
Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never empty
I'm high and always tipsy, ecstasy there plenty
Model chick, stripper bitch, I be fuckin' many
Ery car paid cash, I don't pay no lease fed
But I get my dick sucked, Monica Lewinsky
Y'all niggas the toilet bowl, I do all the shittin'
Lamborghini flyin' doors, gone wit' the wings in
I pop a lotta pills, I pop a lotta seals
I pop a lotta pussy niggas that are not real
When you see my jewelry game, you gon' get the chills
Got hoes like Hilary and smoke like Bill