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omen (2) - pimpmobile lyrics

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[verse 1]
what a plan, you’re a man and you drive a minivan?
here’s the deal: i got wheels, and your wife has got the ham
cup holders holding cups with the drinks
i got blueberry vodka, boy, f-ck did you think?

you got five-figure salaries? sir, i got seven
i still copped the cruiser, sh-t’s pre-nine eleven
when it comes down to the tires, i see that you’re lacking
mine are wide like your fat -ss, like shoes they got traction, ha

you on that nine to five? i’m waking up at ten
but that’s too early so i snort a f-ckin’ ambien
wake up at two, put on a polo and some champions
your wife’ll see me at three, like i’m the handyman

she calls me the candy man, i cover her in miracles
she f-ck with my lexus more than any other vehicle
take her for a spin and then i get her in the back seat
that’s why i’m riding solo while you are a deadbeat

my car’s older then your mother when she had you
benihana on my dash, flexing in the drive thru
drive to your girl and i’ll give her a ride or two
drop her at a rave that she wasn’t even invited to

and where’s your g-y -ss at, is you asleep?
under a blanket in the back seat of your jeep?
thinking about me while the tears run down your cheek?
i’m in a mansion while you’re parking in the street

am i okay to go in a bit harder now?

[verse 3]
pull up on your b-tch with a car that’s so fine
and we f-cking inside with the seats that recline
and the leather that weathers the fire i’m blasting
she ready for action, this b-tch made for lasting

the lexus and i got the build and the bod
seventeen miles per gallon, on god
i got the gas, my boys brought the gr-ss
ain’t got a claim since i p-ssed your fat -ss last week

clipping speakers with the back beat
getting road head from a thick girl with a physique
three-point-oh liter, 3vz v6
just enough sp-ce to run twelve f-cking bricks

the lexus es, your girl is impressed
she sends you some snaps as i bust on her chest
bow down to your god, f-cking write me some hymns
’cause my car and your b-tch? boy, they both getting rims

- omen 2 lyrics

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