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andboo - cruise control lyrics

[chorus]
told your b+tch to hop in
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
told your b+tch to hop in
come and fly in the whip
come and fly in the whip
come and fly in the whip
told your b+tch to hop in
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
told your b+tch to hop in
come and fly in the whip
come and fly in the whip
come and fly in the whip

[verse]
cruisin’ through the city, high speeds and high beams
got my pedal to the metal and your wifey right beside me
license plate say “f+ckyou”
big grin on my id
high+five to your lady, middle finger to the police
caravan jam, turn up in the back seat
gotta keep it rollin’ like we on e
blowin’ stop signs, cuz the lights green
so fresh, so clean, call it ice cream
lookin’ out the window, as we breeze by
4 deep, 3pm in the day time
2 miles an hour, ignoring street signs
pch by the seaside
pulled up on a dime, told her “get inside.”
“by the end of the night i’ll have you feelin’ right.”
“hop in the ride, baby, i’ll take you on a flight.”
“hop in the ride, baby, i’ll take you on a flight.”
[chorus]
told your b+tch to hop in
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
told your b+tch to hop in
come and fly in the whip
come and fly in the whip
come and fly in the whip
told your b+tch to hop in
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
come look fly in the whip
told your b+tch to hop in
come and fly in the whip
come and fly in the whip

[verse 2]
double up and double down
flip a b+tch and turn around
turn it up and turn her down
actin’ like a juvenile
skirt off and burn out
her skirt off, her ass out
work it off and cash out
this could be my last route
watchin’ how it pans out
lay low, don’t stand out
tryna make it home and pass out
(make it home and pass out)
tryna make it home and pass out
lookin’ out the window
cruisin’ with my kinfolk
dashboard got a bible, glovebox got a pistol
hittin’ on them switches baby, cruise control
hittin’ on them switches baby
80 the highway
60 on the street
40 on the volume
20 on the feast
10 on the drinks
5 on the weed
head out the window screamin’ “get like me!”

- andboo lyrics

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