Cliff Savage - Hands On The Wheel текст песни

(ft. Jetpack Jones)

Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feelin' lit feelin' light, 2 am summer night.
hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel

Savage, feeling like I'm most of shit
niggas won't beef then I load the clear
said the game rap just stole the bitch
yeah I stole the bitch to make a home my dick
hands on the wheel I'm gone god damn fly
then a mother f*cker know to can't sam
got a bomb in the witch sip sip
get it faded than I f*ck her..what a beast I am
young nigga what a money tree
that is hoe when it get close to me
all I give a dick balls on the lip lip
never do that feel comfortably
my nigga jack pack said we on right now
got jet in the cut getting lose right now
if you wanna live it u come join the team
will give af*ck bout ship a green

2 x
we the bru bitches too
leave a three at least f*cking two
if you a lane we don't f*ck with you
I got five damn on that leaving ..

hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel

okay

They say I'm like a savage and I'm like I know
..on my dick and it might just blow
every time a nigga come around, nigga down

what it might shit go
damn that nigga that you wanna be
party slow nigga is look up to me
I just wanna be a roll model be back to
the people in my life who believed in me
get a new hit like every day
how these days niggas kill for fame
put the gun down look up like a man
why be a bitch when the shit hit the fan
cut from a ..feel like I belong
somewhere high and I .. so long
I bitch rap beside nigga
..be that nigga

2 x
we the bru bitches too
leave a three at least f*cking two
if you a lane we don't f*ck with you
I got five damn on that leaving ..

hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel, III f*ck that
hands on the wheel

We the bro I'm leaving too
niggas wanna beef like ..
it's cool I'm an alcoholic
..your life never catch me frolic
..ass nigga my dick is ..
while your girls is so thirsty nigga we can't call it
that weed that cronic that jim with that sonic
first sips belong my dick
running your bitch and fall on it ..my life ..
and don't be all
hands on the wheel what a hand on the balls
ah so you know where the mouth at
'cause you got here on the ..
I'm about to pash what a bounce that

Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feelin' lit feelin' light, 2 am summer night.