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Barely runnin and rippin, but still I'm flippin on Vogues Hoes be trippin on Devin, Devin don't be trippin on hoes And they be talking bout, oh would you look at that nigga With no inspection sticker, drankin liquor, smokin swishers And I go about 47 in a 55 Fuel injected niggas be honkin but fuck it my shit is fine I've paid for it 'bout 9 times, different mechanics Too much of a job, some say they just couldn't handle it I need some shocks on the back, I need some works on the brakes My passenger side window sometimes it just don't wanna raise I hear bumps and crunks, pings and ticks and dings I got a hole in my muffler and other minor things Like my electrical rear view mirror don't move like it 'posed ta Even the objects in that mothafucka need to be closer I'm satisfied with my ride I don't ask much But people talk and they diss, they heckle and laugh, but I'm rollin Car not stolen Probably never will be it's much to old and Smokin weed and feelin fine In my Lacville 79 I'm rollin Gas runnin low But I try to keep it white and Vogue's stripes golden Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79 I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack I get where I'm goin, two quarts of oil will get me back I got a brand new radiator Rebuilt alternator Detachable tape player But I gotta fix the fader So I can have some music on the 610 loop Maybe fit in with the L-Dogs, sedans, and coupes Need to watch out for them laws cuz you know they gon watch ya With their radar gun, look like they shootin as they clock ya And the whole force know me For years they been scopin They walk up to my car and be like "hello Mr Copeland" "Gimme some of that weed you got" sometimes they don't ask for it They know where I keep it, they reach right under my dashboard And that really blows my high but hell I gotsta keep pushin Before I go home have to nut off on my seat cushion I went looking for a trade-in but they called my shit a bucket Got back in that ho, and cranked it up and said fuck it I got my hubcaps shinin (I'm) in that bitch reclining The engine shakes a little cuz I gotta change the timin And if you see me walkin (I'm) givin it a rest She needs some new shoes, and getting fitted for a dress You know I love my baby hell I call my baby Pearly She got mad at me this morning, woke her up too early Just to go across town over on Chimney Rock Had to pick up a bitch who wanted to give me the cock I got over there real cool and picked her up all good But half way to the hotel smoke start coming up from the hood Me and the bitch had to push and she didn't even get mad at me Figured out the problem made her go steal me a battery Now lavishly Lacville 79 I'm rollin in my Lacville 79 I'm smoking in my Lacville 79 I'm getting blowed in my Lacville 79 Took 2 hits there I can't get rid of my Lacville 79
Writer(s): Devin C. Copeland, Derek Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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