Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Driving Gloves, artist - Gangrene. Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Driving Gloves |
| Leather driving glove rap |
| Straight up |
| Totes, toke that |
| Fuck sales, on the road to getting rich off of touring |
| And that’s one thing for sure, like a shit in the morning |
| Shit, never a cold toilet (never) |
| I need a bitch with a pussy like a little league glove |
| I’m the epitome of, all fly shit jacket to the shoe sole |
| Two shooters, Flanagan, Caruso (Irish) |
| Fly girl stuffed the drug in her caboose-o |
| 'I see Bronson in the chartreuse coupe mo' |
| My eyes sparkle like a diva’s mirror |
| Make dykes reconsider how they fishing in the river |
| Leave your sister, sit n shiver |
| Bagels catered, lox, no socks, blue drop |
| Spanish bitches on the boardwalk, tube top |
| Old school shit, nuttin' in a tube sock |
| Safe to say you ain’t much without your crew, hop |
| My time is now like a new watch, it’s me |
| Lumberjack rumble in the jungle |
| Live from the bungalow where I package a rap bundle |
| Straight funnel, sugar cakes, I’mma bumble |
| Bee that’ll sting you and flee without a rumble |
| Hand sanitary, shooters on the team, Danny Ferry |
| Fettuccine bars, pot belly |
| Double-G Bronsonelli on the radio and the telly |
| I chop like the Habibi at the deli |
| Slice precision, your wife’s a pigeon |
| I’m a chicken-hawk, hungry for a victim |
| Wires trip 'em, blow the woofers out the system |
| Non-exist 'em, take away the shine and eclipse 'em |
| I’m ‘bout to do a song with Bono |
| Pockets Trump like I just struck the lottery, lotto |
| Just me and you, mano y mano |
| Joints buckle, knees wobble |
| Pussy, you sweet like Peach cobble |
| Uh, look, hey |
| I’m as far as the stars have told |
| I’m trying to clock a few mill before a nigga gets old |
| Heart is cold, froze from the ice and a whole arctic pole |
| Bang my old art out of a Bose, I suppose |
| Doing speeds like I’m in a Maserati |
| But I’m really in a Mazda getting high with a hottie |
| Probably too high to drive, Fear n Loathing in the body |
| All I see is lights flashing like I’m at a Vegas party |
| Benicio, circle around my eyes |
| Feel like I ain’t slept, for about twenty nights |
| You look like you just fell down forty flights |
| I keep a shorty right cause Oh ain’t nothing nice! |
| I got a bitch to put the heel to the pedals metal |
| With shit hotter than the devil’s kettle |
| Never settle, get the gloves for the handle |
| Shit, I put the fire to 'em, watch 'em melt like a candle |
| It’s on! |