Lyrics I Just Wanna Be With You - Sts

I Just Wanna Be With You

Been on my shit since I was knee high
Don’t short me like no
I’m cranking up the volume set my soul free like
Me and and my sinirita (sp?) her body so bonita
The top is coming down the A/C blowing
She white like coca-ina got A-U on the grill
Been shopping for my fetish got 26's on the heel
That muscle body build, she must be made of steel
I’m into older ladies I feel safer at the wheel, still
Knocking like she supposed to be, anybody close to me
Know it’s going down hear that motor revving heavily
Gripping up the ebony switching lanes steadily
Blowing on that purple kush I’m higher than the heaven be
So catching me is definite, harder than you spec it be
That 450 get going fast, blowing like it’s ecstasy
You get the best of me, nobody next to me
My sixty six super sport I call up Beverely
You can hit a photo shaking got the Alpine quaking and the bass so blatant
All I wanna do is cool
Let the music take me put the tool on safety hope the don’t chase me
I just wanna be with you
I just wanna be with you (…)
So it’s bye bye Ms. American Pie
I drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was drys
And them good old boys was drinking whiskey and rye
They singing this will be the day that I die
They coming with me no lie
Won’t let them get me, my pride won’t let them hit me
My drive 0−60, in Five-4−3-2−1…
I got the jump I got what you want hundred miles and running bumping thumping
out my trunk, pump
Flying down the e-way making it look so easy
You should see my other toys I’m feeling like them Duke boys
Hazards signs ahead of me;
ready as I’ll ever be
Talledegha nights a Ricky Bobby type mentality
I just wanna go fast
I just wanna smoke grass
I just wanna lean up in my Chevy let my spokes drag
Damn boy, I see them on the shoulder like a tote-bag
I don’t want no problem with no law when I float passed
I put the peddle to the metal, grip the grain on the wheel
Tires screeching like a kettle that shit give me the chills
Running, running like a rebel boy you know what it is
I’m puffing purple, passing people getting peace on them pigs
Outside Atlanta with them bama polices and shit
Boy, I can’t see me bid so I proceeds as I’m is
I’m riding dirty, UGK, Bun B Pimp C on that bitch
I’m in that suped up, me and Beverley getting our thrills
This is my blueberry hill better yet my New Jersey drive
the car ain’t stolen, and I’m rolling on I I-85
She is my Bonnie, I’m Clyde and they can’t fuck what I drive
They can’t keep up with our love
Baby, it’s us until I die
So wipe that rust out your eye
Get that grease out your grill
You hear that bitch you know what it is
That’s just me and my bitch
Knocking me and my bitch
Still knocking pictures off the wall, puffing weed with my bitch