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• Artiste: Chicken P
• Titre: Oil Change
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I can't kick it with these niggas, they be more than lame Last night I got so high until the morning came Huh, I just hit a model bitch and I ain't even know her name This bitch got too many miles, she need an oil change Huh, huh, I told Troy to turn me up My bitch might leave me any minute, I ain't been there in a month I been runnin' to this paper, runnin' like I'm Forrest Gump, man Car runnin' out of space, start to put 'em in the trunk, man Come on, let's pour up some Wock', yeah, I'm in my zone, yeah, I'm locked in Shows, yeah, I rock them, want some 'bows? Come and cop them I'm on the road playin' it cautious, five hundred thousand, I'm nauseous I'm in that water like a dolphin, yeah, you gon' need some goggles They can't see me, I'm like woah, woah Mm, I done got too used to ballin', woah, woah, huh Woah, woah, woah I done got too used to ballin', big ballin', that's my hobby, woah, woah Kemosabe, uh, uh All these bags, look like we takin' out garbage We done came so far, it's time to take this shit a lil' farther I been on a Tris diet, I ain't been drinkin' no water Water on my neck and wrist, bae, ain't no drinkin' this water Huh, baby wanna see me pop it, huh Uh, everything be 'bout a profit with me You see all this shit I got? I did a lot to get it Hmm, I'm sittin' on some shh, I don't be sittin' on these couches, nigga Hmm, hit Louis, eight thousand for this outfit Just caught a lo', ain't nothin' in the house but some boxes Hmm, I blocked the bitch and called her private 'cause I'm toxic She asked me do I love her? Hurried up and changed the topic I can't kick it with these niggas, they be more than lame Last night I got so high until the morning came Huh, I just hit a model bitch and I ain't even know her name This bitch got too many miles, she need an oil change Been on the road for so long, I need an oil change Spilled some drank on the Louis jacket, that's an oil stain Done lost it all, then went and got it back, no, you wouldn't know that pain You had this type of paper that I got, you would go insane, mm Go insane Can somebody help me find it? I done lost my brain I been like this for forever, cradle to the grave On FaceTime with my mama like, "We finally made it" Mm, yeah, we finally made it Ma, look at your baby boy, yeah, we finally made it Ma, look at your baby boy, yeah, we finally made it Ma, look at your baby boy, yeah, we— huh I can't kick it with these niggas, they be more than lame Last night I got so high until the morning came I just hit a model bitch and I don't even know her name, huh Think she got too many miles, she need an oil change I can't kick it with these niggas, they be more than lame Last night I got so high until the morning came I just hit a model bitch and I don't even know her name, huh Think she got too many miles, she need an oil change