YKK - Hopped Out The Minivan (Edit)
HeyI don’t wanna hear no talking from a kid no Angelo
Ima make em just strike out like Pat Malone
You can see me shine all my teeth now solid gold
All this money on me I can't make my wallet fold
Steady bringing noise Anthrax
House got some land mass
Gotta keep the signal clear
Gotta keep my hand fast
Gotta keep my bank loaded
Gotta make it on tour
Gotta get my wrists frozen
From the top to the floor
I don’t wanna hear your whack music like the priests of syrinx
I drive a minivan you ain’t ever coming near it
First class everything
I ain’t ever riding steerage
Leaving em defenseless
Hit em with a couple leers
Articuno on my neck big checks
I might blow your civilation into wreck Aztec
No nobody can’t step up to me he get wrecked
Livin lavish silk pillow no beck
Hey
J-J-Jump into the Chevy
J-J-Jump into the Chevy
Look you can’t touch me like fortune no metal gear
I just go hard I got gold on my dental clear
Whip all black riding through night like I’m Paul Revere
Creep like the reaper my silhouette disappear
Billy and mandy I’m dropping the bar
Coming back Simba these kids look like scar
Shining come at me
I don’t got no Grammy
But like Mario galaxy
I’m in the stars
They be getting kicked out Total Drama Island
Now I’m always in the whip no Belmont, Simon
V12 v12
Im about to modify it
No denying boutta take em down like Wander to a giant
No colossus standing in my way
Remember the name
I’m in a wraith 88
Miles day after day
Throughout the states
Drove the camero off of the crossway
Ain’t no chucky but all of this rapping feel like child’s play
Hey
Written by:
Yasin Kashubeck
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