She got nineteen eighty eight Mariah Carey hair You don’t need a Uber, you don’t need a cabįuck a bus pass, you got a Moped man My seat is leather, alright, I’m lying, it’s pleatherīut girl, we could still ride together I’m so low that my scrotum’s almost dragging up on the concrete I’m stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki God damn, man, everybody got Bugattisīut I’ma keep it hella nineteen eighty seven Snuck her in backstage, you don’t need a wristband I’mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat Got gas in the tank, cash in the bankĪnd a bad little mama with her ass in my face Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaiseĭope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels I’m headed downtown, cruising through the alley He said I got the one for you, follow meĬhromed out mirror, I don’t need a windshieldīanana seat, a canopy on two wheelsĮight hundred cash, that’s a hell of a deal Salesman’s like what up, what’s your budget?Īnd I’m like honestly, I don’t know nothing about Mopeds
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