Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pushin Hot Wheels, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 21.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pushin Hot Wheels |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Okay. |
| Aye they ain’t gon like this shit right here |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it. |
| Travis Porter what’s hannin', push it! |
| I’m in at Hot Wheel and I’m driving real fast |
| And I’m smashing on the gas, I’m tryna do the dash |
| Hot Wheel: got 200 on the dash |
| Man I’m driving real fast, I’m tryna do the dash |
| Push it! |
| (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) |
| Push it! |
| (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) |
| I’m in a hot wheel til I light this here |
| Tap my bitch she switch my gear |
| Diamond shining they all clear |
| PHMG they all here |
| Tattoos they all over me |
| She see me kissin all on my tip |
| He say I’m a rookie nigga, I been doing it for years |
| Better take a look at me, better check my booking fee |
| I been cooking shit off in the kitchen but I ain’t Lil' B |
| Pull up in a Hot Wheel, bitch need a green card |
| All-red candy paint, nigga this your dream car |
| I’m that muthafuckin nigga all the bitches scheme for |
| When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her |
| She suck a dick so good, but why you think she on my team for |
| I got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something |
| Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semen |
| Hear me coming down the street: 'Rari, screaming |
| Pinky ring doing numbers, shining, blinging |
| Ink all on my body and I’m hotter than a demon |
| Hold on let me rip this ho |
| Car so fast I flipped that ho |
| Tell them boys don’t play with Dro |
| Pause that bitch, skip that ho |
| Black coat let my coupe in here |
| Decapitate my roof in here |
| The reason why they ask for Dro cause they wanted the truth in here |
| Just like Star, I’m rockin ya |
| I’m poppin ya |
| I knew something was fishy going on like tilapia |
| You ain’t fuckin with pimpin though |
| My wrist blow up like indigo |
| I like a model bitch but I would rather Oprah Winfrey though |
| The richest bitch up in this bitch |
| My paint flop and then flip in this |
| My Glock it got a clip in it |
| My car so wet it’s drippin shit |
| They copy me like Kinko do |
| Diamond chain, one pink one blue |
| Car so fast, my speakers on blast |
| Don’t race me boy, I’m shittin on you |
| Hold up they can’t take this shit |
| I spaz out with no brakes and shit |
| I’m Bosco with this cake and shit |
| Congo dro, ape and shit |
| I saw yo broad and took that bitch |
| Wassup with all that liquor shit? |
| You see these horses on my car |
| 'Rari bitch I’m pushin it |
| I’m mindin mine, in 599s |
| New Ferraris, know that I’m ballin ho |
| 400, 000 in public housing, blunt of dro |
| Through Atlanta station I’m pushin |
| Every corner I’m hookin |
| Bad bitches just lookin |
| Tryna throw me that pussy |
| Say what happened baby I can’t |
| Cause them niggas cool, but they ain’t shawty |
| Wrist froze and I can’t thaw it |
| Hundred mil well that ain’t hard, I’m hard |
| As a muthafucka, swear to God, I’m God |
| To the trap niggas and dope boys… pause |
| Blow a half a mil just cause, ball |
| Money ain’t a thang, not at all |
| Drink the lean and get kool-aid |
| Get high on pills for like 2 days |
| Fresh to death in that |
| Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray |
| Aye! |
| Ain’t no fugaze, I’m too major, I’m super paid |
| Say 30 mil, better double that |
| That money short then we double back |
| Got rubber bands around 30 racks |
| I’m trouble man so where the trouble at? |
| I got a truck load of them hood rats |
| I push through, where your hood at? |