Londa B - Convertible Saabs
Riding round Harlem in a saabTop down I'm married to the mob
I never mean to be a bad influence
They never knew or been through it doesnt matter to them
I just got a way with words and threw some attitude in
Somewhere to the top they hope my ladder loosen
I could talk that real or brag about my fabric choosing
I lack confusion while you worry how my cabbage doing
Gave my past a pass and never let my baggage ruin
Skills crazy they still hate because the swag a nusense
Get rich the motive bitches knowing that thats the movement
Its too often i hear them talking with no facts included
I could say im the best and won't get asked to prove it
Blow smoke for the low no taxes to it
Won't be long 'fore I show up and get racks to do it
This crack that cook up put your matches to it
Thinking Im'a dumb it down why you acting stupid
Light green too loud and the yak the fluid
Thats when the say ain't good enough you bout that action do it
Im on my way I'm good enough to say them stacks is brewing
Vision different wasn't sitting in them classes you in
Be foul if I miss my shot I ain't no patrick ewing
They gon ask me where I'm from and Im'a reply harlem
Hustle like I'm starving
Don't care much about the stardom
Top down styling
Anytime we ride in, convertible saabs
I'm married to the mob
They gon ask me where I'm from and Im'a reply harlem
Hustle like I'm starving
Don't care much about the stardom
Top down styling
Anytime we ride in, convertible saabs
I"m married to the mob
Quick car wash then I make a mall run
Got it locked down for the long run
I'm something like a warden
See me no choice
Got 'em feining for voice
Street dreaming of a royce
While I'm steaming on this joint
They keep asking what you know about that
This that rich port swag I am throwing that back
I'm from harlem only right what I'm rolling in match
And the state on the tags what I hold on my back
And they talking like we lost it
I mean what happened
They never met me
Blaze mics like pepsi
I'm only stating facts to them
Stunting off accident
Different type of breeze
Especially when you do the maximum
They gon ask me where I'm from and Im'a reply harlem
Hustle like I'm starving
Don't care much about the stardom
Top down styling
Anytime we ride in convertible saabs
I'm married to the mob
They gon ask me where I'm from and Im'a reply harlem
Hustle like I'm starving
Don't care much about the stardom
Top down styling
Anytime we ride in, convertible saabs
I'm married to the mob
Written by:
Shalonda Jones
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