take a taxi into town And the waiter at the restaurant Sets a table just for one Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round, spinning round Wheels
patriotic jumpsuits Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round (Alright) (This one right) (Spinning round) Wheels
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sees you Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Mistah F.A.B.] Candy on my big wheel, yeah man
their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on Plenty homes
him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!} [Chorus: repeat 2X] One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo' Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo' Several years I earned cake
we're screamin' Fuck the other side, they jealous We got a bankhead full of broads(?) They got a table full of fellas... (?) And they ain't spending no cake
[Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap
you know I stay super straight, Ran up in my spot so now I'm workin out the super 8, know you niggas hungry Come and get a super plate, ya'll sing happy birthday yeah I got this super cake
On the table screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous We got a banquet full of broads, they got a table full of fellas And they ain't spending no cake
takes To stand out above the crowd Even if I gotta shout out loud 'Til mine is the only face you'll see Gonna stand out 'til you notice me If the squeaky wheel
rip done slipped a clip into the gat Brat-tat-tat just like that I ain't fin to be the bitch to procrastinate If niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
bags and pack your mouth Don't let that screen door hit you When you're on your way out You're hell on wheels, you take the cake Meaner than a rattlesnake
in L.A. is so insane everyday feels the same Spent all my cash, I'm down to change Its time to move away [Pharrell] Now I was havin chocolate cake
yea that's the fucking team pulled up, maserati ? l.a., CK, so fancy who is that cause i don't know him brand new money i can show them 64 with the 3 wheel
mind in a trance, I'm sharper than starched pants Stackin' franklins and grants from South Bank to Spring Branch I'm posted like a stamp with my mind on cash I'm wheel
dumb like white people lookin' for weird noise Hood down, got B. Smalls on my white tee And my chain look like an Italian icee Redman **** grind like brakes 'Cause I'm after that cake
