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Don't listen to what they say You can’t take it slow And when the Nightrider comes around You gotta pick up the dough I ride low with the setting sun Mr. Dayes with the break of the drums It's icy (cold) Honey, Corvette I be chasing you down, it's a wrap So easily, so easily High beam, on the dash I be shaking you down, it’s a wrap So easily, so easily I got a feeling that won't come down Can't do it alone I'll take you to the fat of the land This is where we go Top-down with the cruise control Lights out with the radio on It's crazy Honey, Corvette I be chasing you down, it's a wrap So easily, so easily SongtexteHigh beam, on the dash I be shaking you down, it's a wrap So easily, so easily Yeah, yeah, should I bless the track or let it breath? Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees Yeah, Freddie Kane clocking overseas Yeah, ice minus four degrees, put a ho at ease Yeah, trap shit round you, sent your bitch on a round trip Niggas put real diamonds in fake ass Rollies, that's clown shit Every whip I whip’s either German-made or Italian Super dope, my geekers smoke media, Robert Townsend Them pounds in, these niggas window shoppers, they browsin’ Put that on VL, I put VVs in my medallion They can't understand it, this gangster shit run a panic I began and even when I was down and out, I was wild I was wild, I just blessed the track so let it breath Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees Freddie Kane clocking overseas Rapper of the year, fuck the nominees Honey, Corvette I be chasing you down, it’s a wrap So easily, so easily High beam, on the dash I be shaking you down, it's a wrap So easily, so easily Aus Songtexte Mania