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Jeremih - Ol' Skool Pontiac Lyrics

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  • [Hook x2]
  • In my ol skool Pontiac, sippin on Cognac
  • Ten racks, sit back, ditch that Cognac
  • Niggas get to talking what they talkin’ they be all that
  • Runnin’ round the city someone tell me where the party at
  • [Verse 1: Jeremih]
  • I’mma get this paper, like I did before
  • Say you feelin’ low, go and hit the dro
  • Cruisin’ like I’m aimless niggas famous and I got the dough
  • I’mma a star so let me shine nigga .. glow
  • Yeah, I aint stuntin’ in this *****
  • Say you hurtin’ yeah thats I’m fine in this *****
  • Did that song with Fab but now its my time in this *****
  • Not into the X-Games but I grind in this *****
  • Yeah, think its fair, think again
  • Plenty one’s, couple five’s, stack the tens
  • Got the tree, break it down, keep the stems
  • By yourself? hell naw, bring a friend
  • Nigga I be on that shit that ya’ll aint heard of
  • Girl you know your man down
  • Tell me what you scared of?
  • Gon’ and lift your skirt up
  • I know we usually cruisin’ in the Beemer kinda tired of the Rover
  • So you probably catch my leanin’ in my
  • [Hook x2]
  • [Verse 2: Big Sean]
  • Okay, I’m rollin’ o-o-o-o-ozo boi
  • I’m dumb high, I’m dumb high
  • Yeah nigga West side ***** I run my
  • Hoe slow it down like I got my thumb high
  • and I got her on her knees like I got my gun (high)
  • I’m in my old school I feel like the alumni
  • Wishiing we could trade cars, comin’ from the underground
  • Cause ***** I’m working grave yard
  • Car lookin like its sittin’ on thirty floors, thirty doors, thirty whores
  • Few black *****es and Fergie whores
  • Nigga this shit look like Jersey Shore
  • I’m on fire *****, a loose cannon
  • My cars Bruce Wayne, I feel like Bruce Banner
  • Rip her clothes off, car so big wanna whip that shit
  • Don’t stand to close when I hit them curbs
  • Mother*****er might clip them toes off
  • B-I-G I’m that important
  • You spend all day with her spoonin’
  • I spend all night with her forkin’
  • [Hook x2]
  • [Verse 3: Paul Wall]
  • Im in my old school American made build in Michigan
  • Squeezin’ that wood grain, my fingers keep on blisterin’
  • Haters keep on whispering talking down snickering
  • Cause my name the one boppers and groupies keep on mentioning
  • Range Rover, Bentley, and Benz I’ve done em all
  • But I’d rather flip a JFK Lincoln on white walls
  • My motto is grind hard, paper shit to follow
  • Philosophy for Franklins something like Aristotle
  • Double cup filled to the top so drive slow
  • In the ’59 Bonneville with the bumper hangin’ low
  • I cruise through the Chi
  • Hit Mc office for the munchies
  • My slab is candy pomegranite I get some country
  • Coming straight out of Texas, where the old schools rule
  • Take notes how I slab professional act a fool
  • [Hook x2]

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