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My Automobile Lyrics - Artist : YoungBloodZ
Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
Turn up my radio (Yeah) Got this mean look on my grill In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill) I got that thang (For real) Got this mean look on my grill Early morning, splittin' Swishers, shit, you gotta love it Cruisin' down 285, chillin', steady puffin' Got that thang, don't want no trouble in my Coupe DeVille Sittin' good, blastin' the sound, doin' what I feel [?], though what you see ain't nothin' but a thrill Laid back, checkin' the scene with a look that kills Rollin' through southwest 4B to see my folks Windows down, sun shinin', no rain as I flow, uh Back and forth through [?] Atlanta, catchin' such a breeze Lookin' forward to later on to get back in these streets So I keep pushin' and haulin', switchin' 'em up fa'sho Scoop up my patna, ride out, then turn up my radio Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill) Turn up my radio (Yeah) Got this mean look on my grill In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill) I got that thang (For real) Got this mean look on my grill I ride out in a '69 classic With the [?] in the door, yeah, that's it Just like I tore out the plastic The only thing, got a tray full of ashes '69 Impala with the wood grain Slum nigga, Benz, it's a hood thang Don't make me pop up my hood, mane [?] Interior original One playa, young individual Shorty ain't lookin' for no trouble Keep sum' just in case you wanna find me, though In my automobile Smokin' and drinkin' still Dodgin' these roadblocks, I'm swervin' Tryin' not to scrape my wheels My pimpin's so for real Big Chevy [?] Make a bitch faint when she see her face through the paint I see her toenail clean through the rim Ooh, they know 'bout him [?] with the Gucci brim Keep the thang on my side in my ride These fuck niggas can't fuck with him Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill) Turn up my radio (Yeah) Got this mean look on my grill In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill) I got that thang (For real) Got this mean look on my grill Ain't nothin' like it when you're cruisin' through the city And your jam on the radio Make these haters see you do good On them rims, grippin' wood Keep that thang and let them motherfuckers know Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill) Turn up my radio (Yeah) Got this mean look on my grill In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill) I got that thang (For real) Got this mean look on my grill |
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