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letra de we like the cars - j.r. writer

[intro]
bingo
ain’t that that motherf-cker right there
yea yea look at that sh-t
oooo sh-t look at the motherf-cking wheels
yo yea that’s it right there
d-mn n-gg- those rims tight like a motherf-cker
hey give me a slim jim
hurry up motherf-cker lets get the f-ck out
don’t be trippin’ i’ll be outside y’all n-gg-s hurry up
kane get me the motherf-ckin radio
hey man you watching out
n-gg- hurry the f-ck up
n-gg- i know what the f-ck i’m doing, you just watch out
n-gg- you… c’mon man!
you got it? you got it?!
yea
d-mn man c’mon get in
d-mn
where the screwdriver
no no the screwdriver
uhh

[chorus]
we like the cars, the cars that go boom
we-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom

[intro – j.r. writer]
uhh, 1 2, writer, dipset writers block n-gg-
i’m back, but i ain’t by myself
i brought a few friends along
pulled up in something nice too
220 on the dash by the way

[chorus]
we like the cars, the cars that go boom
we-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom
we like the cars, we-we-we like the cars
we-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom

[verse 1 – j.r. writer]
uhh, i get cheese, whip sprees, big d’s
but it ain’t bentley, it’s a bugatti, with a parle
on my off day, it’s a ducatti
i don’t move sloppy, i’m a known goon
and my trunk ain’t the only thing that go boom
get a pro room
this is big cash, my whip so fast, i get whiplash
when i skid past, with the rip rags
so much rides i got my own six flags, d-mn!
you want sick i can tell boy
but my doors lift like they on steroids
when i ever get to rode through the peas
they be jealous as a hoe cus i bees
no top exposed in the v (matter the fact)
tell jerry springer to throw me some beads

[chorus]
we like the cars, the cars that go boom
we-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom
we like the cars, we-we-we like the cars
we-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom

[verse 2 – lil wayne]
yea, uh um, call me two-seat tune
no speakers but i keep that boom
tell the car salesman i’ll be back soon
bought a truck for the night and a drop for the noon
pull up at the light pull the top back smooth
push one b-tton and everything moves
push my b-tton and everyone shoot
and i got one word for the cops, vroom
j.r and bmjr
only like weed and b-tches in they car
television screen and systems in they car
and my whip posed topless like for playboy haha
i ridin’ down your family street
knock your portrait off your mantle piece
ha i’m probably listening to coldplay or that old jay ya

[chorus]
we like the cars, the cars that go boom
we-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom
we like the cars, we-we-we like the cars
we-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom

- j r writer

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