Ive tried to be patient, I aint waitin no more (no more) Im grabbin my keys and im hoppin in the ride Got the pedal to the floor Im on my way 4x Gotta
patient, I ain't waitin no more (no more) I'm grabbin my keys and I'm hoppin in the ride Got the pedal to the floor I'm on my way [4x] Gotta see ya,
patient, I ain't waitin no more (no more) I'm grabbin my keys and I'm hoppin in the ride Got the pedal to the floor I'm on my way [4x] Gotta see ya, gotta
told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do' My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm
years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the
on your sleeve. I sport that white tank boy. But you got a hard on for me. What you hollerin my name for. It's your bitch on my dick. Ain't my dang fault
quiet you can hear a muh'fucking dog whistle while I walk by 'Colt Seavers' on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fucking Fall Guy I don't gas my Mercedes
motherfuckin thing I'm not Mr. NSYNC and I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty
up close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a thug, this my way I show, my love for you (nigga for you, I get
Ed, gettin' head in the back of the S-U I'm a bring my cousin, but I'm shakin', my nephew And you can even ask my agent He gon' tell you this, "Ronnie
turning up the radio Got just enough religion And a half tank of gas come on, let's go I finally found my way Say goodbye to yesterday Hit the gas there
a six pack, we'll stop at lookers on the way back Hell, we'll laugh this off, keep your fingers crossed that all goes well tonight [Chorus:] I got a half tank
a doctor for real Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels Mashin in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels [Chamillionaire imitating
couldn't catch us Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line Walk around, all day wit this
to find you, tried to track you down But my phone didn't make a sound I know you hear me now Now the show has started And we're on the road My tank is
fuck ya plan And all my bitches know that's my plan O god damn there's my sound, po-play likes it's my band Gotta get it cleared suck my dick with red
in Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin People on the street they panic and start running. Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming. I jump in my
the type that in the tank but in the {Rover} Yea man you at the game orderin refreshments I'm on the floor watching my investment Buttoned up, some call