Young Buck - Driving Down The Freeway (G-Mix) lyrics

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You, you, you with your funny, fun, fun

Lookin up at the sunny, sun, sun

Butterfly cheeks and lemoncut hair

Hardly a worry and never a care

In her eyes, the color of love

In your eyes, the color of love

Diamond in the back with the sunroof open

Driiiiivin down the freeway

Eyes real low, just singin my song

Driiiiivin down the freeway

Life already fast so I'm movin along

Driiiivin down the freeway

Blowin my smoke all by myself, just

Driiiivin down the freeway

Lemme drop my top, turn up my pac

Now close ya eyes, picture me rollin through ya block

Holla back baby, my chevy clean but my lac crazy

The back bumpa on the ground like I'm ridin with a fat lady

Look what god gave me

A 72 caprice classic, race me, it go about a buck-80

Turnin heads as I switch lanes

No ice, I let my xxxxx wear my big chain

Big things going down in a small hood

Jack boys wanna rob, I wish ya'll would

See when the sunshine come out, the lamborghini somehow

Had them haters mad, lookin at me with their tongue out (wow)

Candy coated muscle car, cause I'm a hustle star

This is how we love to ball, me and my roll dogs

Inside sweet like new cucci, the roof gucci

The mats on my floor roll like sushi

Flyin through traffic, don't trip

Gotta hemi with a tip

I can give it to ya real quick

Lewis sonnis got me feelin like I'm floatin

Or is the kush that I blow in trill motion

I hit the block with the doors open, the hoes open

I'm lookin like a video in slow motion

And I'm feelin like new money

You haters too funny

Mad cause the paint fresh, shoes ugly

I walk with a lean, I only bump the 80's themes

Hand xxxx stuck in the seat, I'm a ladies dream

Since days of the teens, servin the fiends was all that I've seen

The american dream, but life ain't no crystal stack

And it ain't with it seem

The streets ain't playin it fair

Listen up, ride with us, we can take you there

I ride cadillacs on custom hoods, caps and vogues

I ride black on black, back to back

Fresh from head to toe

Everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro

Everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough

It's young noe, adi, young buck and capp

And we do this for respect, and hi tek, bless the track

We ridin

Driiivin down the freeway