Limousine

Ya Yo

He said ive seen them all come

And ive seen them all go (all go)

You can fake till you can't no more (No More)

One day, when the lights hit your face

They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey

Yo Mr. Driver rock the right tune

Make the right turn and get me there soon cuz

The people wanna see a real nigga make it

They tired of getting played on that fuck all that fake shit

Shit but my style take a while just to make it

Dress shoes no laces on my UK shit

Riding sunset I whip my UK chick

Hands on the wheel she rubbin my cockasian

And Asian woman are patient with hella persuasion

Cuz back in private school when I was rockin jewls

They thought I was cool

But now im rappin for hipsters the addicts the gangsters

The magic the trap songs the ballads and all

When you got back to back (bad girls and nice car)

Fancy things and limousines and tinted windows

And private parties

The whole world wants to get in

Ya Yo

He said ive seen them all come

And ive seen them all go (all go)

You can fake till you can't no more (No More)

One day, when the lights hit your face

They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey

Ah alright alright if she ripped the black card right off my hip

And went and got her some shit that I could watch her strip in

And out of

Damn im that shallow

Catch me spittin some drama my mama wouldn’t be proud of

Girl picture your future

We gon’ make it sit right

Say you size seven, we gon’ make the eight fit right

Right told the shoe man

As if his ass was under

He said nigga fuck you ive been downloading your songs for free

Good damn this life so raw

She said this my lucky pen pullin down her lucky bra

But I tell it like it is

So careful who you pretend to be

Its hard knowing where you going riding in a limousine

When you got back to back (bad girls and nice car)

Fancy things and limousines and tinted windows

And private parties

The whole world wants to get in

Ya Yo

He said ive seen them all come

And ive seen them all go (all go)

You can fake till you can't no more (No More)

One day, when the lights hit your face

They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey

We broke the lock on the school of hard knocks

To rid the blocks of them geologist niggas collecting rocks

But at least as far as we know

It ain't about the ego

Since rhymes have been lethal

Ive been shootin for the people

This is one of them one joint that nigga raise glass to

One of them ones the girls can shake their ass to

Not that they have to but god damn they oughta

Once one girl dances the other girls follow

Lets go

When you got back to back (bad girls and nice car)

Fancy things and limousines and tinted windows

And private parties

The whole world wants to get in

Ya Yo

He said ive seen them all come

And ive seen them all go (all go)

You can fake till you can't no more (No More)

One day, when the lights hit your face

They gone say man his rims shine brighter then him and hey