Go
Wha
Jones
And she say go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go
Catch me wit a bad bitch riding in a fast car
Every time I shift my gear I feel like I'm in nascar
She's my biggest fan, you would think she was a mascot
Call her bobble head I'm at her neck just like an ascot
I'm just trying to drive but I swear she's all over me
30 minutes late, I'm tryna get to where I'm supposed to be
Mashing on the gas got the pedal to the floor,
I done swerved and hit the curb tryna meddle with this hoe
Now I got the car smoking but we gotta keep going
My headlights been off dog without me even knowing
Got off 85 and I'm bouta bust the right
Just a few seconds later all we saw was blue lights
And she say go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go
Go, go, go, fast
Her hand on my stick, my hand on her ass
Yea she a cheetah riding in my Jag
She just want to ride, I ain't six flags
On 85 doing 100 with some paper tags
Made him eat my dust, catch the vapors yeah
Check my Bismarck, stay out my Bismarck
Yeah we just friends, but things looking Stark
GOT you
Blowing gas while we blowing gas
She need me to fill her up, you don't know the half
She a bad motherfucker when she on the shaft
Got the pedal to the metal hundred on the dash
And she say go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go
Jones
And she say go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go
Catch me wit a bad bitch riding in a fast car
Every time I shift my gear I feel like I'm in nascar
She's my biggest fan, you would think she was a mascot
Call her bobble head I'm at her neck just like an ascot
I'm just trying to drive but I swear she's all over me
30 minutes late, I'm tryna get to where I'm supposed to be
Mashing on the gas got the pedal to the floor,
I done swerved and hit the curb tryna meddle with this hoe
Now I got the car smoking but we gotta keep going
My headlights been off dog without me even knowing
Got off 85 and I'm bouta bust the right
Just a few seconds later all we saw was blue lights
And she say go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go
Go, go, go, fast
Her hand on my stick, my hand on her ass
Yea she a cheetah riding in my Jag
She just want to ride, I ain't six flags
On 85 doing 100 with some paper tags
Made him eat my dust, catch the vapors yeah
Check my Bismarck, stay out my Bismarck
Yeah we just friends, but things looking Stark
GOT you
Blowing gas while we blowing gas
She need me to fill her up, you don't know the half
She a bad motherfucker when she on the shaft
Got the pedal to the metal hundred on the dash
And she say go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go, fast
Hand on my stick, a hundred on, the dash
Head on my lap I'm bouta blow, past
Swervin lane to lane blowing on, gas
She don't like it slow she wanna go
Credits
Writer(s): Donnavon Jones
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