Red Cafe - Jeep Shit lyrics

[Red Cafe - Jeep Shit lyrics]

Uh-Oh (Uh-Oh) yessssss
(This shit go bling bling this
Shit go bling bloaw)

Dis ain't nothin for da radio (radio)
Dis Jeep Shit for da club (club)
Make the big booty girls feel sexy (sexy)
If ya like it rub on ya milkshake
(This Red Café)
Dis ain't nothin for da radio (radio)
Dis Jeep Shit for da club (yea phizzal)
Make the big booty girls feel sexy (sexy)
If ya like it rub on ya milkshake (milkshake)

It all shines like bright lights crazy
Net Vanilla Icy Icy Baby
Naw M&Ms yes I'm shady
Flow like Biggie after I lazy (whoaaaa)
Ring da alarm (Bling Bloaw) ring da alarm
Ten-caret pinky from David Bling (what else)
I guess I'm tha Lord of Da Rings (what else)
Hazard lights on dat S-D charm
And da chain swing like a good Barry Bonds
Ask Akon-see I'm a convict
Bling Bloaw I I DJ rewind it!

Hey yo I shine like a disco ball
So I talk greasy-like my
Mouth's fulla Crisco All
The medallion make em think
I'm from Frisco yall
Now I could go wide or go like Sisco yall
But, I ain't talkin bout bleachin my hair
(Uh, huh) i'm speakin on a court
Drop studs in each of my ears
Two arms longer den Odom's by da scrotom
Loud em quick as a modem den I squeeze
Beggin nigga please, (uh huh)
I'm regula wit deez (uh huh)
So icy my body temp is negative degreez
Bulletproof Infinity truck
Cuz in da hood when ya ride thru
You might have Kennedy's luck (Real Talk)
The lips poke out on the rims
Like they blowin a kiss (kiss sound)
I'm usually pushin befo ya name go on da list
And ya lucky if ya happen to know
Capitol L-Capitol O capitol S-Capitol O

Stop snitchin-Get money stop hatin-Get money
Stop snitchin-Get money er'body-Get money

Paul Wall gotta pocket fulla money and
A mouth fulla ice
I'm frozen from head to toe don't
Even ask me da price see me flippin in da
Duece Coupe top dismantled
Lookin at a flick on the
Flash screen in my pannel
Spendin money like it's no worry
Stackin paper in a hurry
Diamonds in my mouth
I'm all styled like a McFlurry
I got da watch full of flawless diamonds
Now dat's what the fuck I call perfect timin
I got da icy grill, platinum grill
Gold grill i take a breath and
Evrybody catchin cold chills
It's Paul Wall baby stars down and icy down
Diamonds in my mouth that's how we
Do it in da H-town baby

Yea paul Wall red Café fabolous hold up

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