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Correct Driving Down The Freeway Lyrics
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Correct Driving Down The Freeway
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(feat. The Outlawz) You, you, you with your funny, fun, fun Lookin up at the sunny, sun, sun Butterfly cheeks and lemoncut hair Hardly a worry and never a care In her eyes, the color of love In your eyes, the color of love [Chorus:] Diamond in the back with the sunroof open Driiiiivin down the freeway Eyes real low, just singin my song Driiiiivin down the freeway Life already fast so I'm movin along Driiiivin down the freeway Blowin my smoke all by myself, just Driiiivin down the freeway Lemme drop my top, turn up my pac Now close ya eyes, picture me rollin through ya block Holla back baby, my chevy clean but my lac crazy The back bumpa on the ground like I'm ridin with a fat lady Look what god gave me A 72 caprice classic, race me, it go about a buck-80 Turnin heads as I switch lanes No ice, I let my bitch wear my big chain Big things going down in a small hood Jack boys wanna rob, I wish ya'll would See when the sunshine come out, the lamborghini somehow Had them haters mad, lookin at me with their tongue out (wow) [Chorus] Candy coated muscle car, cause I'm a hustle star This is how we love to ball, me and my roll dogs Inside sweet like new cucci, the roof gucci The mats on my floor roll like sushi Flyin through traffic, don't trip Gotta hemi with a tip I can give it to ya real quick Lewis sonnis got me feelin like I'm floatin Or is the kush that I blow in trill motion I hit the block with the doors open, the hoes open I'm lookin like a video in slow motion And I'm feelin like new money You haters too funny Mad cause the paint fresh, shoes ugly [Chorus] I walk with a lean, I only bump the 80's themes Hand cock stuck in the seat, I'm a ladies dream Since days of the teens, servin the fiends was all that I've seen The american dream, but life ain't no crystal stack And it ain't with it seem The streets ain't playin it fair Listen up, ride with us, we can take you there I ride cadillacs on custom hoods, caps and vogues I ride black on black, back to back Fresh from head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough It's young noe, adi, young buck and capp And we do this for respect, and hi tek, bless the track We ridin Driiivin down the freeway [Chorus]
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