T-Minus - Hot Wheels lyrics

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T-Minus - Hot Wheels lyrics

[Intro: Young Dro & Travis Porter] TP: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey YD: Okay. Aye they ain't gon like this sh** right here TP: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa YD: Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it. Travis Porter what's hannin', push it! [Hook: Travis Porter] I'm in at Hot Wheel and I'm driving real fast And I'm smashing on the gas, I'm tryna do the dash Hot Wheel: got 200 on the dash Man I'm driving real fast, I'm tryna do the dash Push it! (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Push it! (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) [Verse 1: Strap (of Travis Porter)] I'm in a hot wheel til I light this here Tap my b**h she switch my gear Diamond shining they all clear PHMG they all here Tattoos they all over me She see me kissin all on my tip He say I'm a rookie n***a, I been doing it for years He say I'm a rookie n***a, I been doing it for years Better take a look at me, better check my booking fee I been cooking sh** off in the kitchen but I ain't Lil' B Pull up in a Hot Wheel, b**h need a green card All-red candy paint, n***a this your dream car I'm that muthaf**in n***a all the b**hes scheme for When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her She s** a dick so good, but why you think she on my team for I got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semen Hear me coming down the street: 'Rari, screaming Pinky ring doing numbers, shining, blinging Ink all on my body and I'm hotter than a demon [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Dro] Hold on let me rip this ho Car so fast I flipped that ho Tell them boys don't play with Dro Pause that b**h, skip that ho Black coat let my coupe in here Decapitate my roof in here The reason why they ask for Dro cuz they wanted the truth in here Just like Star, I'm rockin ya Roll up wrong I'm poppin ya I knew something was fishy going on like tilapia You ain't f**in with pimpin though My wrist blow up like indigo I like a model b**h but I would rather Oprah Winfrey though The richest b**h up in this b**h My paint flop and then flip in this My Glock it got a clip in it My car so wet it's drippin sh** They copy me like Kinko do Diamond chain, one pink one blue Car so fast, my speakers on blast Don't race me boy, I'm sh**tin on you Hold up they can't take this sh** I spaz out with no brakes and sh** I'm Bosco with this cake and sh** Congo dro, ape and sh** I saw yo broad and took that b**h Wa**up with all that liquor sh**? You see these horses on my car 'Rari b**h I'm pushin it [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] I'm mindin mine, in 599s New Ferraris, know that I'm ballin ho 400,000 in public housing, This is all louder than a blunt of dro Through Atlantic station I'm pushin Every corner I'm hookin Bad b**hes just lookin Tryna throw me that p**y Say what happened baby I can't Cause them n***as cool, but they ain't shawty Wrist froze and I can't thaw it Hundred mil well that ain't hard, I'm hard As a muthaf**a, swear to God, I'm God To the trap n***as and dope boys...pause Blow a half a mil just cause, ball Money ain't a thang, not at all Drink the lean and get kool-aid Get high on pills for like 2 days Fresh to d**h in that Louis Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray Aye! Ain't no fugazi, I'm too major, I'm super paid Say 30 mil, you better double that That money short then we double back Got rubber bands around 30 racks I'm trouble man so where the trouble at? I got a truck load of them hood rats I'm pushin' through, where your hood at? [Hook]

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