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Monte Carlo Music Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Eight cylinders, two doors A back seat nobody can sit in No rust on my door hinges There'll be no squeakin' when I get in Spent a few dollars To ride a old school Monte Carlo without a problem Reliable as my newer whip, homeboy- I Really do this shit No tint on my windows: Hella high with nothin' to hide Pirelli tires clingin' for dear life Them rims wide, my nigga Four cars, one summer Still east-side Spitta frontin'- Like you don't remember Had them rims matchin' That was way back then- 2002-knowing who I was But I didn't know you The fuck you talking 'bout In that shit cruiser That you're dragging through the parking lot? '87 Aerocoupe-I had that-targa tops The King Arthur of the Car Club Trophies tall as your oldest kid Place them next to my Switchblade 86 Your girl asked to take pictures leaning on it Made you sick Floor shifting. A true SS Not a clone with bootleg ground effects- Leave that shit at home Authentic- the description of all things Spitta Roll a joint for my oil change niggas in fifteen minutes Take two pulls, let my bitch hit it Doing a hundred in the eighty-fo' It's that monte carlo music, trillest shit I ever drove |
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