Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 500 Horses, artist - DJ Dyce
Date of issue: 14.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
500 Horses |
Should I ride the Benz |
Or should I ride the Porsche |
Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces |
I need to build a stable, to hold all of my horses (yeah boy) |
I got 455, imagine having two |
Yeah, this is how it feels ridin' 500 horses |
I can’t hear the music, the pipe’s too noisy |
This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses |
High speed chase twelve (?) can’t catch me |
Five hundred horses, that’s a stampede |
Magic city? |
Young, rich, and thuggin' plus the whole hood? |
Pullin' off the lot lookin' like I push big block |
'69 Camaro 396 big block |
All original interior I like my shit stock |
I’m the way to MLK I gotta make a pit stop |
Pull up to the rim shop flip flop, swag it out |
Porsche truck super sport, take it to my partner’s house |
Four cups of that ocean spray, lookin like a tidal wave |
No leans? |
check out what the title say |
Harley Davidson truck pullin' up I got the right of way |
Perforated leather smell like? |
in night or day |
Connected all over the place, 52 United States |
?, kiss my ass,? |
license plate |
I walk in my garage, I got a lot of choices |
Should I ride the Benz, or should I ride the Porsche? |
Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces |
I need to build a stable to hold all of my horses |
I got 455, imagine havin' two, yeah |
This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses |
I can’t hear the music, the pipe’s too noisy |
This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses |
I got 500 horses, the whip got me giddyup |
30 inch rims? |
Where your top go? |
Man I had to get rid of her |
Take your shoes off baby doll before you sit in here |
Boom, then we gone, bout 150 m-p-h |
Pullin out the old school, just so I can see 'em hate |
Runnin through the city lights, watchin' for the city cops |
Got these people breakin they neck to see my diddy bop |
Could’ve had the 'maro but I’m always in the Challengers |
10 stacks to race, do I have any challengers? |
Wet like a ?, 500 horses, that’s 500 W’s, I’m rackin' up on pink slips |
You can tell them little ponies I got 500 horses |
And when it come to hoes I got like 500 choices |
Motor keyed up, beat turned up loud |
Lean in my cup, yeah the kush bag loud |
Ran up my check, old school back in the shop again |
Call momma candy tell 'em go back in my block again |
Ooh, look I’m peelin out, lookin' like a star |
Hit the club racked up, I might just buy the bar |
Turbo twin pipe, hit the gas I’m on that fast shit |
Money, money, money, money, all about that cash shit |
Old schools, new schools, Lambos, Porsches |
This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses |