Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Driving Down the Freeway, artist - Outlawz. Album song Classic Collabz, Vol 1., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outlaw Recordz
Song language: English
Driving Down the Freeway |
You, you, you with your funny, fun, fun |
Lookin up at the sunny, sun, sun |
Butterfly cheeks and lemoncut hair |
Hardly a worry and never a care |
In her eyes, the color of love |
In your eyes, the color of love |
Diamond in the back with the sunroof open |
Driiiiivin down the freeway |
Eyes real low, just singin my song |
Driiiiivin down the freeway |
Life already fast so I’m movin along |
Driiiivin down the freeway |
Blowin my smoke all by myself, just |
Driiiivin down the freeway |
Lemme drop my top, turn up my pac |
Now close ya eyes, picture me rollin through ya block |
Holla back baby, my chevy clean but my lac crazy |
The back bumpa on the ground like I’m ridin with a fat lady |
Look what god gave me |
A 72 caprice classic, race me, it go about a buck-80 |
Turnin heads as I switch lanes |
No ice, I let my bitch wear my big chain |
Big things going down in a small hood |
Jack boys wanna rob, I wish ya’ll would |
See when the sunshine come out, the lamborghini somehow |
Had them haters mad, lookin at me with their tongue out (wow) |
Candy coated muscle car, cause I’m a hustle star |
This is how we love to ball, me and my roll dogs |
Inside sweet like new cucci, the roof gucci |
The mats on my floor roll like sushi |
Flyin through traffic, don’t trip |
Gotta hemi with a tip |
I can give it to ya real quick |
Lewis sonnis got me feelin like I’m floatin |
Or is the kush that I blow in trill motion |
I hit the block with the doors open, the hoes open |
I’m lookin like a video in slow motion |
And I’m feelin like new money |
You haters too funny |
Mad cause the paint fresh, shoes ugly |
I walk with a lean, I only bump the 80's themes |
Hand cock stuck in the seat, I’m a ladies dream |
Since days of the teens, servin the fiends was all that I’ve seen |
The american dream, but life ain’t no crystal stack |
And it ain’t with it seem |
The streets ain’t playin it fair |
Listen up, ride with us, we can take you there |
I ride cadillacs on custom hoods, caps and vogues |
I ride black on black, back to back |
Fresh from head to toe |
Everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro |
Everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough |
It’s young noe, adi, young buck and capp |
And we do this for respect, and hi tek, bless the track |
We ridin |
Driiivin down the freeway |