Correction Lyrics McQueen Fiend by Caskey

Featuring(s) : Yelawolf

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Lyrics

Got it out the mud, hands still dirty
I'ma thug it out 'til my kids thirty
Rollin' 'round the city with a real thirty
Rest in peace to all the homies that was killed early
Ducked in the ride with some heat on the left side
I'll slap a p*ssy like a step-child
Try me once, there won't be a next time
Everywhere I go, I got my chest out
Ayy, beatin' on my chest like a "S" on it
You got lots of work, there was steps on it
Should've came and joined the team
Money weighed out with a triple beam
Back of the escalade stretched, like a limousine stretched
Your body right next to the ravine (stretch)
What you was talkin' tough for?
We do him dirty then we wipe the money clean
You chose sides now I can't intervene

I'm a McQueen fiend, I'm lit, I'm off lean
I'm gon' get so rich, I tip my offspring
I went from down bad and fits with tall t's
To whips that's so fast, I can't control speed
You can't control me
I'm movin' through the city at my own speed
Man, I heard that y'all was hatin' on the new ride
You just mad I ain't the old me

And good thing I ain't the old me, ain't movin' slowly
Man, the car hit two hunnid, police can't patrol me
Man, the bank account too large for these kids to troll me
Not to mention that at any time, I got it on me
And that ass lookin' photoshopped, no Adobe
Twenty-fours on the car, man, I feel like Kobe
Always told me at the top that it's gon' be lonely
But I'm different 'cause I got on and brought all the homies
Man, they let me out the cage, made the front page, I've been on the loose
All this hate got me unfazed, tell me what's the use? Yeah
Tell a lie on the stand but I'm the truth
I go beat up on you pussies like I'm tryin' to produce
Life endin', get a sentence, bigger spendin'
Pull it off the lot, I trash the car like it's rented
Gettin' top but the windows ain't tinted
Put down the drugs and I got a new addiction

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