| Going on at the beginning, uh. |
| oh ok I do her like, okay
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| You want me to click it?
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| No it’s just a bunch of piano
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| No music or nothing
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| That is music
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| (Laughter)
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| Humor me!
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| I puff a mild listening to Labcabin-
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| California smoking roll up filling up the cabin
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| Captain of the Eldorado riding through swaggin'
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| Dont really like that word but its fitting for this caption
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| Maxin'
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| Macking to these ladies when I’m passing
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| High yella dark skinned got 'em all packed in
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| Pass the pack around and it got them all laughing
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| Joy riding, 15s beating out the back end
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| White walls and the tires slim, how a playa crawl
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| Turn a cruise into a playas ball
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| Midwest nigga to the Armor-All
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| Dickie Shorts and Jordan IVs
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| Nugget rings and herringbones, welcome to my terrordome
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| Black magic, push the button and the roof is gone
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| We been black passing till the mild is gone, we just in our zone
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| Vibing 'til we get home
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| Spaceships travels all the way until the early morn'
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| And then.
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| And we ridin' 'til the wheels fall off
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| Rolling stone until the smoke all gone
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| Wood grain and the wheels all chrome
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| Roll one for the niggas that’s gone
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| Ladies ride shot gun that hate sitting at home
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| My niggas who crack the whip who hate ridin' alone
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| This one’s for y’all (x3)
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| Spaceships and woodgrain (x5)
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| The bubble yum scent got my car fresh
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| The BCG logo in my headrest
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| Riding by these haters man they hard pressed
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| And my new ish bumping in my CD deck
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| Intelligent Trunk Music for the elite
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| King Kong trunk tearing up the street a mile away
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| You can hear it when I pull up
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| You can tell by my car I got a drug dealer spirit
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| If I could turn the wheel with one finger I’ll steer it
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| Automatic spaceships and I don’t mean no Learjets
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| I pilot the Impala and stroll through the projects
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| Gold on my neck that’s a code of respect
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| Stock everything out, that’s how we roll in my set
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| Chevelle to Corvette big blocks on the inside
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| Rest in peace to my homie Big Fry
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| He taught me how to tilt, crank the sound and the ride
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| Spaceship travelers niggas been fly
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| And I… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spaceships & Woodgrain , by - Stalley. Song from the album Honest Cowboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп