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black seats white rims (radio edit) - creed b good lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
(creed b good, yeah)

[verse]
two twenty*five, i was runnin’ outside, with a [?] up on the backstreets (what?)
if you want the buzz, then just come hit me up in my dms, you better just ask me (yeah)
road truck in the back with the black seats with the white rims, it’s real, real classy
and your girl talkin’ ’bout how you so, so, so, so, so, so bad
got this thang on me like the police
too much money in this bag, can’t hold me
say you want the smoke, now you want peace?
yeah, i’m finna crash out like i’m kobe (ooh)
two twenty*five on my new sh*t
my grandma, she love to call mе a nuisance
i wanted to go be a crip, but i knеw i was trippin’
so now, i’ma go get them blue strips
d*mn, these bars, i feel like dr. seuss
[?] can’t catch it, go pick up the flu
i don’t go for the ramp, i might as well shoot
i’ma hop on the jet just to go to cancun
we got ten more seconds, so what you gon’ do?
and i ain’t no thief, i’ma go for the loot
i [?] these bars, they think it’s a hoot
eight years in the game, ain’t none of this new (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)

- creed b good lyrics

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