The Car Song

My tongue, my thigh, look in my eye
I got five fingers, don't you lie to me

Two-door Supernova, champagne, Chevrolet
Chrome poly, four-speed with a rear drum brake
6Q oil pan, blade, coolie fan
Stock steel, big wheel with my dick in my hand

405 to the 101, I'm in the GT2, smokin' in the sun (okay)
With the fat fishtail and the paint job custom
Who needs women? I got whips, I love them
1978 Ford F-150 four by four with the black plate
Gunmetal, your blood about to settle
I'm flying off a cliff with my pinky on the pedal
Like a devil, heat up the kettle
Another level, I dishevel the whole endeavor
I'm wearing leather in my new (what?) GTR M Benz
With a 5 0 HP 6K RPM

My tongue, my thigh, look in my eye
I got five fingers, don't you lie to me

I'm in the off-blue Lusso one-nine-six-two
I don't drive stick shift, but your girlfriend do
High heels, she wanna make me squeal
But I'm headed to the dealership to cup a set of wheels
Three GMCs rollin' down the street
With the shoe-shot seal and the twin tip heat
With the powder coat, 22's on the feet
And they off-road ready, gotta bury the beat (go!)

Like 1955 Benz Offender
Sunset Boulevard, Lone Shot Moneylender
Big spender, checkin' a brick
And my Hellcat V8 SRT, move quick (quick)
G65 with the Chrome 45 live
Your valentine tied to the hood in my ride
Planning on a head-on collision
Body parts scattered in the city that I'm from

My tongue, my thigh, look in my eye (okay)
I got five fingers, don't you lie to me

I'm in a silk durag, buck naked, all the lights on
You gonna shake it, shake it, baby
I'ma smack it 'til you come on
Where you wanna come, girl?

My tongue, my thigh, look in my eye
I got five fingers, don't you lie to me

Two-O-21 Lexus RCF with the high back seats and the triple beam lead
Brembo brakes on a brother
6P monobloc seatbelt off motherfucker, pretty girl pussy in my face
No lease, I buy outright with the cash briefcase
Or she gonna kill me slow
Think I had a fly through the front windshield, you know
You know
You know
You know