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  • (Chorus)I’m riding hard in the donk/
    Lookin big in the donk/
    Gotta get it in my donk/
    Steady grillin in my donk/
    I’m riding with my top down/(Top Down)/
    I’m just trying to put my mack down/
    And I’m just flossin in my heavy chevy/
    X2(Verse 1)
    I feel like an old
    Seven tray impala/
    Wit no doors and no windows/
    Wit no oil/no g*d dam**d water/
    Been riding around for over 200, 000 miles/
    With no tags/no insurance/
    On some old bald head a** tires/
    My alignment off/timing off/
    S**t lookin real bad/
    Cuz I’m down to my last quarter tank of gas/
    Good thing the weather’s in fair condition/
    Cuz where
    I’m from/All year long n****s need air condition/
    But I ain’t got none cuz my compressor gone/
    And I keep hearing a tick tick tick ticker sound/
    I think one of my heads is blown/
    They say for 1500
    I can get it rebuilt/
    But I ain’t got a dime/
    I’m going through some hard times/
    I ain’t lyin/(Chorus)(Verse 2)
    You know s**t get rough/
    Every year around the same time/
    The longer you wait/the longer its gonna take for you to calm it down/
    And it’s gon take more than a check for
    X to pimp my ride/
    I’ma need me a new blockbuster deal/
    For a ***** to live/
    Its gon take shady 4, 5 maybe 6 mil/
    I done did 6 albums *****/
    This s***s real/
    And now you trippin/
    Cuz my transmission ain’t slippin/
    I ain’t getting no younger/
    I’m damn near 50/
    I’ve been ticketed and towed/
    And broke down on the side of the road/
    Steering column been broke up/
    But never been sold/
    So this time
    I’ma need me some insurance/
    I need me some medical/and dental/and some gangsta a** instrumentals/
    So I can get this s**t all chromed out/
    Painted candy apple green/
    The wettest s**t a ***** ever seen/
    If daddy dollars can’t do it/
    G*d dam**t it must can’t be done/
    And I must be a motherf****n pearl shine/(Chorus)(Verse 3)
    Ain’t nothing like and ol’ full tank of gas/
    Ain’t nothing like being waxed and washed/
    Then being valet parked/
    And I got rid of that old bad cough/
    Got me a new cam and exhaust/
    A ***** pushing 500 horses/
    And that’s without the spray/
    Get out my way/
    Get out your car/
    This green thing/
    Is a motherf****n superstar/
    The American
    Idol of the
    Chevy game/
    Trick Daddy
    Dollars/Don
    Dada/A f****n donk rider/(Chorus)
  • (Chorus)I’m riding hard in the donk/
    Lookin big in the donk/
    Gotta get it in my donk/
    Steady grillin in my donk/
    I’m riding with my top down/(Top Down)/
    I’m just trying to put my mack down/
    And I’m just flossin in my heavy chevy/
    X2(Verse 1)
    I feel like an old
    Seven tray impala/
    Wit no doors and no windows/
    Wit no oil/no g*d dam**d water/
    Been riding around for over 200, 000 miles/
    With no tags/no insurance/
    On some old bald head a** tires/
    My alignment off/timing off/
    S**t lookin real bad/
    Cuz I’m down to my last quarter tank of gas/
    Good thing the weather’s in fair condition/
    Cuz where
    I’m from/All year long n****s need air condition/
    But I ain’t got none cuz my compressor gone/
    And I keep hearing a tick tick tick ticker sound/
    I think one of my heads is blown/
    They say for 1500
    I can get it rebuilt/
    But I ain’t got a dime/
    I’m going through some hard times/
    I ain’t lyin/(Chorus)(Verse 2)
    You know s**t get rough/
    Every year around the same time/
    The longer you wait/the longer its gonna take for you to calm it down/
    And it’s gon take more than a check for
    X to pimp my ride/
    I’ma need me a new blockbuster deal/
    For a ***** to live/
    Its gon take shady 4, 5 maybe 6 mil/
    I done did 6 albums *****/
    This s***s real/
    And now you trippin/
    Cuz my transmission ain’t slippin/
    I ain’t getting no younger/
    I’m damn near 50/
    I’ve been ticketed and towed/
    And broke down on the side of the road/
    Steering column been broke up/
    But never been sold/
    So this time
    I’ma need me some insurance/
    I need me some medical/and dental/and some gangsta a** instrumentals/
    So I can get this s**t all chromed out/
    Painted candy apple green/
    The wettest s**t a ***** ever seen/
    If daddy dollars can’t do it/
    G*d dam**t it must can’t be done/
    And I must be a motherf****n pearl shine/(Chorus)(Verse 3)
    Ain’t nothing like and ol’ full tank of gas/
    Ain’t nothing like being waxed and washed/
    Then being valet parked/
    And I got rid of that old bad cough/
    Got me a new cam and exhaust/
    A ***** pushing 500 horses/
    And that’s without the spray/
    Get out my way/
    Get out your car/
    This green thing/
    Is a motherf****n superstar/
    The American
    Idol of the
    Chevy game/
    Trick Daddy
    Dollars/Don
    Dada/A f****n donk rider/(Chorus)