Ces Cru - Whips Lyrics
I'm footloose you be like damn maintain with the right brainY'all ain't do it like strange find burn you when the light changeI'm ski skirting getting small and I'm in a straight line on my jack shiftTrying to shake haters I'm a playmaker blacking out in oncoming trafficJust imagine if, the frame was a little bit lighter considering drag liftI could probably clear a row of buses on you mother*****ers for trying to nab withDon't get mad *****, better jet son, want a bad ***** go and get oneI'm that quick suck a fat dick wanna rap up need to get doneSuck it I enter I might rip burning this rubber I might slipStruggling try get my grip, doing 80 right over the spike stripsWith the pedaling motoring going so when I run it I'mma just fly withIf you ain't numero uno you ass and probably don't do it like I do itYo if you can't hang all that's peace see II bang y'all on beats, and I bet your backyard obese *****Better believe I'm bombastic, bro know that my ball that bigY'all fabric fabricated in a Faberge egg sack shitIn a nutshell y'all corn balls, that's corn nuts y'all done warmed upSnatching out on this bad traffic, I'm an ***** and my horn's stuckI switched lanes, like Ritz came in the backseat with this thick maneI'm an athlete, y'all are Mitch Bade and your ***** cameLet me explain got a sick brain I was born nutsNow who's the master?You don't have to answer, the fact is you can't survive the standardDon't act as if, I ain't had your ***** holding me close like I'm a tiny dancerNow back on the highway, counting these headlights, get ya head rightI stand by, y'all out the car on the side of the street getting red lightsI see y'all stuck going round and around and around the backI secure the trophy, count 'em out Beverly Hills down and out
