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Cars The Down Boys

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your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers I'd get more in depth if you boys

floor! Be a maniac! lose control (just lose control) GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul! [Bridge: Pharrell Williams] Well strip down! (work) Show me

?s the way We get down in a Hicktown We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars Out here in

beat like a pony Meet me at the top, top, top It's gettin' lonely Who think they test me now? Run through yo town, I'll shut it down Brilliant, resilient

we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys

a wedding ring She chose me and blows me like she owes me You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me Girls don't like boys, they like cars

Rich today, be broke tonight I duck the pin 'cuz I seek the light On my grind, my grind's my life My life's my hood, my home is slums My boys is deep

Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers And the Texas boy'll automatically break you off somethin' proper I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow I'm down