Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Widebody, artist - LUCKI. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Widebody |
| This car got feelings too, crash out like you love me |
| Knowin' I’ll make that shit back, I’m the first one show a hunnid in cash |
| Mama said, «Baby adapt,» niggas be fiendin', just make that shit last |
| I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that |
| Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin' |
| She wanna put me in the hot seats, and the streets already torchin' (Ayy) |
| City girl bring me peace, talk our shit, ain’t no rookie like Veez |
| AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I at |
| Ho nigga scored on the pints, know it’s a drought so they playin' for keeps |
| Bitches ignorin' the rules, niggas ignorin' them too |
| Anything to get that cake, but you ain’t even eat your food |
| Tryna get a stripper ho laid, label really think i’m in the A for the stu' |
| 'Pose to shoot a video today but I need sleep 'cause my life been a movie |
| Pretty girl get in my way, tell me yo' lies, let me get through |
| Go off energy, charged up bitches don’t fit my mood |
| Sick of the Beni', we’ve been eating that shit like Chinese food |
| She don’t like HEMI’s, if it ain’t foreign, in her eyes it’s useless |
| I had a dream, AJ with Stacy, playin' her part in Clueless |
| Thousand dollar cup, it hold my fate, I’m a bad influence |
| Couple thousand up, so now you make the money music |
| Somebody teach me love is not adorin' |
| She say, «Yup, you stuck with me, it’s quarantine, no tourin'» |
| New red-eye, it look like me, them loud ass pipes euphoric |
| Open up on 290, hear it from the Low End |
| This car got feelings too, crash out like you love me |
| Knowin' I’ll make that shit back, I’m the first one show a hunnid in cash |
| Mama said, «Baby, adapt, niggas be fiendin', just make that shit last» |
| I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that |
| Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin' |
| She wanna put me in the hot seats, and the streets already torchin' (Ayy) |
| City girl bring me peace, talk that shit, ain’t no rookie like Veeze |
| AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I eat |
| Real shit, you know what I’m sayin', NBA, National Big Boy Association man, |
| for real they need to really hear about this, yeah so, Google that, |
| Google this, WorldStar that |