| 歌曲 | Soundbombin’ |
| 歌手 | Curren$y |
| 专辑 | Muscle Car Chronicles |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Tell the driver to pull my truck up | |
| Me and this | |
| L.A. woman stumblin' out the club ****** up | |
| The Jets my set | |
| I so love us | |
| Call home to my ******, | |
| I come back after | |
| I come up | |
| If you got my back mama donÑt front | |
| If my racks pop a collar, | |
| I'll fly you out in a month | |
| Droppin' tops, bottle's pop | |
| Planes still taxiin', | |
| Tarmac mackin' | |
| Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself | |
| From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell | |
| Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray | |
| Chucks High all the time the | |
| OGs tell me to stay up | |
| Being real is a pay cut, or so it was | |
| Dipped that chronic light, gray purple | |
| L, crystal fuzz | |
| Talkin' out her head, its obvious that | |
| Crystal's buzz | |
| Clipped her out the rotation, no more ****** for her | |
| Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball | |
| Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things? | |
| Muscle cars and where the marijuana is | |
| To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment |
| Tell the driver to pull my truck up | |
| Me and this | |
| L. A. woman stumblin' out the club up | |
| The Jets my set | |
| I so love us | |
| Call home to my , | |
| I come back after | |
| I come up | |
| If you got my back mama don t front | |
| If my racks pop a collar, | |
| I' ll fly you out in a month | |
| Droppin' tops, bottle' s pop | |
| Planes still taxiin', | |
| Tarmac mackin' | |
| Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself | |
| From my carryon bag if you' d like to take a smell | |
| Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray | |
| Chucks High all the time the | |
| OGs tell me to stay up | |
| Being real is a pay cut, or so it was | |
| Dipped that chronic light, gray purple | |
| L, crystal fuzz | |
| Talkin' out her head, its obvious that | |
| Crystal' s buzz | |
| Clipped her out the rotation, no more for her | |
| Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball | |
| Spittatimeginavitch, where the wild things? | |
| Muscle cars and where the marijuana is | |
| To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment |
| Tell the driver to pull my truck up | |
| Me and this | |
| L. A. woman stumblin' out the club up | |
| The Jets my set | |
| I so love us | |
| Call home to my , | |
| I come back after | |
| I come up | |
| If you got my back mama don t front | |
| If my racks pop a collar, | |
| I' ll fly you out in a month | |
| Droppin' tops, bottle' s pop | |
| Planes still taxiin', | |
| Tarmac mackin' | |
| Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself | |
| From my carryon bag if you' d like to take a smell | |
| Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray | |
| Chucks High all the time the | |
| OGs tell me to stay up | |
| Being real is a pay cut, or so it was | |
| Dipped that chronic light, gray purple | |
| L, crystal fuzz | |
| Talkin' out her head, its obvious that | |
| Crystal' s buzz | |
| Clipped her out the rotation, no more for her | |
| Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball | |
| Spittatimeginavitch, where the wild things? | |
| Muscle cars and where the marijuana is | |
| To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment |