Currensy - El Camino Lyrics
Hook)And we roll up in the El CaminoCruisin down south in the El CaminoLighted one up in the El CaminoAnd we roll up in the El CaminoSo as we ridin by… (x3)(Verse)Uh, mama please, twist the treesWhile I get dressed and look for car keysStart to crank V8, 3-50 quickly in the breeze like pilinGot yo allergies wildinC’s cus a nigga so cold when he rollForgiato, 3 piece goldNot everybody to do it, not everybody that’s fluentAnd that money talk, spitta, killaI should write these lyrics in crime scene chalkNow take a walk on the side where the jets resideStay high, stay fly, always ready to rideIce cream paint job, smellin like weed on the insideNo question, Chevrolet my obsessionEvery month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next oneCorvette selection, Monte Carlo collectionBut that El Camino classic perfection*****es always lookin in his direction(Hook)And we roll up in the El CaminoCruisin down south in the El CaminoLighted one up in the El CaminoAnd we roll up in the El CaminoSo as we ridin by… (x3)
