600 see through Benz call it the glass coup.
Diamonds look like Passion Fruit, Viper look like Apple Fruit.
Ride through the hood you know the Burban look like Snappe Juice.
Red, black and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Deion
Put them lights off in my rims now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like crayon, hoes know I'm the man though
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though
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