ve got a big black car Nothing can hurt me Nothing can touch me Why should I care? Drivin a gas It ain't gonna last The lights above, oh yes I see the stars
Vertaling: Big Star. Big Black Car.
I think I just fell in love with a porn star Turn the camera on, she a born star Turn the corners in a foreign car Call the coroners, do the CPR She
, all black car Rock guitar and ten shots of whisky Got a chain on my neck and a massive hickey You say youre a big deal, big deal Ive been a big deal ever since big
down then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans to be a little nigga in the big land Ghetto star, presidential
chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars without losin' focus These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
sky That I'm under Who gets money, remain fly Yeah, I wonder? Eyes flutter As love When Nas pops up Stars get starstruck Panties start drippin', the
I Talking] Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes
I been runnin' this shit, blisters Stickin' to the script, movie star money And if you gassed up I leave the car runnin' I'm a big smoker, I'm a little
I been running this shit, blisters Sticking to the script, movie star money And if you gassed up, I leave the car running I'm a big smoker, I'm a little
cash money [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Well it's that big body nigga in his big body car Got a big body bopper with that million dollar car She said
47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
my fucking address I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the
know Twist man. I get paper in my *dopes so bad like a mailman So fresh, so *dona??t, Head to the show. Sitting on a white and black car with *Orealeo
Scotty is driving his big long yellow car She flies like a bird over his shoulder Se whispers in his ear, boy, you are my star But I saw you first,
What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime hood niggas look like stars
gon' be lowered in your arms Cryin' to open the jar, and to add injury to insult You're smokin' your life away Look at me, big car, big house, big jewels
