'84 Cutlass Hurst
Where my keys at bitch
This shit don't just sound smooth It is smooth bitch
And I paid 275 for my oil change
Look
What you know about big blocks
With Holly's and headers
Clear coat finish
Make the paint look wetter
Muscle cars from back before they had the fuel injection
Antique tags
I got that clean registration
Errking off the lot
Hugging the steering wheel
'84 Cutlass Hurts
Killing em for real
It's like a motion picture trailer
Weed ashes falling on my Fair Isle sweater
No cup holders baby you gotta hold this Clicquot
I'm looking like the re-up
You looking out for Repo
They say a pictures worth a thousand words
You run your lips a mile a minute
And I own it if I'm in it
Big facts
Big wheels
No cap
Shits real
Red light
Right turn
Bet I make the tires squeal
Aluminum intake manifold
4 speed torque converter
With the shifter in the floor
My '84 Cutlass Hurst
'83 paint reversed
I got those black rocker panels
Like they did it on the first
'93 premium unleaded
Cars looking like Hot Wheels
Let em tell it
I'd never sell it
Cause off of the sentimental value
I could go on about the specs for an hour
Horsepower
Low mileage
Rear posi
Got this thang moving like a jet
And guess who's the high pilot
He is I
And I am him
Parallel parking
Trying not to scrape the rims
Bitch dust your feet off
Before you get in
Matthew 10:14
New Testament
Church
Bet you hear me before I pull up
I bet you smell me
Even with the windows rolled up
Daytime
Lights on still
A King Pins coupe
It got that epidemic feel
High output crankshaft
Makes the car move fast
We don't call em T-tops
We say she got her titties out
I'm in my '84 Cutlass Hurst
'83 paint reversed
I got those black rocker panels
Like they did it on the first
My '84 Cutlass Hurst
'83 paint reversed
I got those black rocker panels
Like they did it on the first
Look aye
Play that shit
Ah
And when you break that mother fucking blunt down
I prefer you not smoke blunts but
When you break that motherfucker down
Make sure
You don't get none of that mother fucking shit on my mother fucking floor bitch
You know
We gone keep this shit real clean
Up in this motherfucker
Classic shit
Got Damn Me
Got Damn Me
Gone head and say it
I know you heard your mother fucking cousin say it
Got Damn Me
This shit don't just sound smooth It is smooth bitch
And I paid 275 for my oil change
Look
What you know about big blocks
With Holly's and headers
Clear coat finish
Make the paint look wetter
Muscle cars from back before they had the fuel injection
Antique tags
I got that clean registration
Errking off the lot
Hugging the steering wheel
'84 Cutlass Hurts
Killing em for real
It's like a motion picture trailer
Weed ashes falling on my Fair Isle sweater
No cup holders baby you gotta hold this Clicquot
I'm looking like the re-up
You looking out for Repo
They say a pictures worth a thousand words
You run your lips a mile a minute
And I own it if I'm in it
Big facts
Big wheels
No cap
Shits real
Red light
Right turn
Bet I make the tires squeal
Aluminum intake manifold
4 speed torque converter
With the shifter in the floor
My '84 Cutlass Hurst
'83 paint reversed
I got those black rocker panels
Like they did it on the first
'93 premium unleaded
Cars looking like Hot Wheels
Let em tell it
I'd never sell it
Cause off of the sentimental value
I could go on about the specs for an hour
Horsepower
Low mileage
Rear posi
Got this thang moving like a jet
And guess who's the high pilot
He is I
And I am him
Parallel parking
Trying not to scrape the rims
Bitch dust your feet off
Before you get in
Matthew 10:14
New Testament
Church
Bet you hear me before I pull up
I bet you smell me
Even with the windows rolled up
Daytime
Lights on still
A King Pins coupe
It got that epidemic feel
High output crankshaft
Makes the car move fast
We don't call em T-tops
We say she got her titties out
I'm in my '84 Cutlass Hurst
'83 paint reversed
I got those black rocker panels
Like they did it on the first
My '84 Cutlass Hurst
'83 paint reversed
I got those black rocker panels
Like they did it on the first
Look aye
Play that shit
Ah
And when you break that mother fucking blunt down
I prefer you not smoke blunts but
When you break that motherfucker down
Make sure
You don't get none of that mother fucking shit on my mother fucking floor bitch
You know
We gone keep this shit real clean
Up in this motherfucker
Classic shit
Got Damn Me
Got Damn Me
Gone head and say it
I know you heard your mother fucking cousin say it
Got Damn Me
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