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wakai - '05 honda lyrics

[intro]
are you tryna talk to me in an ’05 honda?
n+gga, is this your mom’s car?
are you in your mommas car?
oh no

[verse 1: wakai]
my limit late november with a emma
be f+cking up her liver
singing born sinner (crooked smile)
before the tours on the sprinter
hibernating in the winter
hoping i ain’t struck by a limit
the sour sack of the soul i sat back and unload
pack in a load but keep the pack on the low
i laugh cause it’s good for the soul
yet you ain’t know
blowing o’s saying goes we paying owes
got the same clothes as 04′
i love the vintage, whip tinted my dawgs in it
the same n+ggas
it’s authentic the law limit a lot of n+ggas
undermine the women and put ’em in bad positions
now i can understand why i been up in high demand
and they ain’t making no more bands
and now i’m turning them to fans
d+mn
[chorus: wakai]
i can’t subscribe reporting live
i come alive when i’m at odds
telling me why i’m riding in an ’05 (smoking marijuana)
i provide what they never try
i just tell it honest
keep it true when i’m in the stu (smoking marijuana)
hanging outside i’m from the boot (some call it the bottom)

[refrain: wakai]
hit me when you ready not a box chevy
said we by the levee bumping pac
heavy in the game
if you ready or not the plot change
they ready to flock stage
you feeling that sh+t strange you sage it

[verse 2: wakai]
i was brought up with you
if a case i’d face it with you
be caught up with you
take a missile ‘fore i diss you
got the same issues
playing possum that don’t fit you
swear i was finna hit you
but my whip been having issues as of late
twenty minutes i’m on interstate
i say bout a eighth i ate on dinner plate
swear we had no cake but we would wake and bake
now i’m dozing off thc concentrate
[refrain: wakai]
hit me when you ready not a box chevy
said we by the levee bumping pac
heavy in the game
if you ready or not the plot change
they ready to flock stage
you feeling that sh+t strange you sage it

[verse 3: malik elijah]
okay
as long as it get to from a to b it don’t mean nothing to me
roll the windows down when you got the broken ac
i crashed my grandma cobalt now i’m in ’08 impala
with wood grain in it, no fish bowl with the tints on ’em
and with thatvv6 engine i was pushing in the whip
jhi like cranking, new impressions every time i drove that sh+t
way before smoked gas was working to get gas in the tank
$7.25 an hour was the dominos rate
still remember after a shift got myself out of getting robbed
peeled off quick i’m telling you it was god
one wrong move and the whip could of been gone or
my life matter of fact
unless my mama choose to hear this verse she’ll never know about that
me and my ‘pala went through everything
ends of relationships
engine fails
even cracks in the sun roof so on occasion
a rainy cloud was above my head
i stay prepared kept a jacket in there
[chorus: wakai]
i can’t subscribe reporting live
i come alive when i’m at odds
telling me why i’m riding in an ’05 (smoking marijuana)
i provide what they never try
i just tell it honest
keep it true when i’m in the stu (smoking marijuana)
hanging outside i’m from the boot (some call it the bottom)

- wakai lyrics

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