Soulja Boy - In My Car lyrics

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Soulja Boy - In My Car lyrics

[Intro] In my car (Malvi) In my car (Eazy, bless 'em with your swag) In my (Damn, Ice Place) In my, Draco, yeah (Technology, wake your ass up) [Chorus] My car, in my car Sticks in my car Bricks in my car I got rich 'bout this car Going hard In the mall, swipe my card With this chopper, hit hard My car, in my car Sticks in my car Bricks in my car I got rich 'bout this car Going hard In the mall, swipe my card This chopper hit hard [Verse] Ayy, on the way to the moon, I'm in the stars Yeah, jumped out my car This a yacht, all aboard Double R Doors ajar Jumpin' on a jet, I'm going far Perc' 30 hit hard Boy, don't play with my squad I've been rich since sixteen, ni**a, keep your day job Yellow Lamborghini look like corn on the cob This a new push to start I'm in the 6 trapping hard Shootouts in my front yard Shooters pull up, blitz, we gon' hit, ni**a, we want y'all AR knock his head off Slide, sled, Santa Claus My chopper clap, round of applause I got shooters all in Illinois Hellcat, my engine roaring Private jet, the big Boeing Flew on the big Boeing My wrist cost like six tons Got my stick, got my glick gun This a Lambo' Urus, all yellow Camaro, boy, go get one This Draco is gon' hit somethin' This bankroll like six somethin' I'm posting in the trenches with young ni**as that's gon' blitz somethin' Started trapping at midnight, ended at like six-somethin' This ain't no small Glock, boy, this a big gun Blue hundred bomber gang, ni**a, ain't no damn ones Blood red Aston Martin inside like a tampon Soowoop Billy ride through Bompton I'm from Compton Hundred shots out the AR-15, hold a whole hundun Slide back that minivan, know shooter go dumb-dumb I shake that pot like pom-poms I came up from Zone 1 Big Draco blitz somethin' dot com Simpson Westside, Zone 1 Slide that Lambo' through the slums AR-15 totin', I shoot my Glock, it got a drum Chopper beat your chest like King Kong I can taste the lean on my tongue I came from the slums Broke-ass ni**a, you a bum Murder gang, Westside, you knowing where I'm from, from, from, from [Chorus] My car, in my car Sticks in my car Bricks in my car I got rich 'bout this car Going hard In the mall, swipe my card With this chopper, hit hard My car, in my car Sticks in my car Bricks in my car I got rich 'bout this car Going hard In the mall, swipe my card This chopper hit hard

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