Toussaint Lorenz - Fast Car Lyrics

You got a fast car
Skrrt-Skrrt
I got a forty-five
Shorty drive
Tryin' to find out how these horses ride
Forty days, Forty nights
Switchin' lanes
Show me life
Holy Christ
Load the pipe
Boy get your nerve we jump of the curb like
Skrrt-Skrrt
Uh, yeah
Word to my ex
I ain't concerned with the flex
I'm dodgin' serve and protects
While I'm tryin' to serve up a check
I been workin up a sweat, yeah
Need a Tesla and a Vette, yeah
I ain't come for conversations
I just came for the spread, yeah
How it taste
How it taste
She like daddy how it taste?
Put it all up in my face
I'm addicted like its laced
65' Lincoln Continental with the drapes
Trench coasts lingerie
Moet, Chardonnay
I've had harder days
I've lived harder ways
Don't give your heart away, yeah
I'm such a prick
I make Em' sick
Go get the Whip
Don't give me lip
Let's get a Grip
Show Em' how we hit a Lick
Tell Em' like
You got a fast car
Skrrt-Skrrt
I got a forty-five
Shorty drive
Tryin' to find out how these horses ride
Forty days, Forty nights
Switchin' lanes
Show me life
Holy Christ
Load the pipe
Boy get your nerve we jump of the curb like
Skrrt-Skrrt
Uh
Whip it, I Whip it
I Swang that
Yeah I done left then I came back
Tell Em' like we ain't the same Jack
You be hangin' where the lames at
I be wherever I wanna be
Them boys ain't nothin' but wanna be's
Don't you believe it about me unless you was there or it come from me
**** comfortably
I find it comforting
Say she gon' cum for me
Paranoid that they gon' come for me
I fly by the seat of my dungarees
Need my side equipped with a money tree
I need cash, yeah
She got ****, yeah
If you ain't first then you gon' be last, yeah
Ricky Bobby, Ricky Bobby
Shawty hit the Lottie Dottie
Lamborghini, Maserati
It's a party, it's a party
You got a fast car
Skrrt-Skrrt
I got a forty-five
Shorty drive
Tryin' to find out how these horses ride
Forty days, Forty nights
Switchin' lanes
Show me life
Holy Christ
Load the pipe
Boy get your nerve we jump of the curb like
Skrrt-Skrrt