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Albee Al - Reckless Driving lyrics

Artist: Albee Al

album: Koba


(Lilz produced this beat)
Gladiator
Yeah
Woke up this morning, I stared at the wall
I thank the Lord that I ball
Movin' so fast, I wish I could pause
Hopin' they free all my dogs
Whenever they call, I'ma answer they call
You know I been there before
So many real ones we done lost in the war
Of course I'ma ride for them all
I bought a Masi' and crashed it
I bought a CL and crashed it
I drive the fastest
Hop out, I'm ridin' with a bad bitch
Fanny the fattest
I put her face in the mattress
All of these niggas is actors
Niggas is plastic
I put an opp in the casket
I aim that shit at your basket until it shatter
I shoot that shit like I practice
I never let a bitch get to my heart (Ever)
The last bitch had tore it apart (Yeah)
So I get brain and get head like I'm smart (Brain)
You fell in love with a shark (Hah)
I got no love for the narcs (Never)
40, it glow in the dark (Boom)
You see a spark (Boom)
Don't want no problems, don't start
That bitch'll bite like a shark (Yeah)
Free Cudi Jaws
He got a temper, be trippin', don't play him (Yeah)
I'm on them Percs 'til the AM
I'm on them Percs in the PM
I had your bitch in my DM
I'm gettin' head from your BM
I told my BM to keep 'em
We don't lose sleep over bitches (Never)
I had a dream about snitches (Rat)
That shit'll fuck with your vision
Boy, I'm so good with decisions
Boy, I got so many bitches, decisions, decisions
Decisions, decisions, decisions (Ayy)
I cook a bird in the kitchen
I stuck his bitch in the kitchen
I had her right in them dishes
She got an ass like Delicious
I had it all in her kitten (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
She want a baby, she trippin'
They done freed Think, he be trippin'
A hundred shots, how we miss him?
I treat my ex like she dead or somethin' (Bah)
Can't give me head or nothin'
Askin' me questions, you fed or somethin'? (Rat)
Ain't hit his legs or nothin' (Boom, boom)
I treat my ex like she dead or somethin' (Dead)
Can't give me head or nothin' (Nope)
Askin' me questions, you fed or somethin'? (Rat)
Ain't hit his legs or nothin' (Face shot)
Woke up this morning, I stared at the wall (I stared at the wall)
I thank the Lord that I ball
Movin' so fast, I wish I could pause (I wish I could pause)
Hopin' they free all my dogs
Whenever they call, I'ma answer they call (That's real)
You know I been there before
So many real ones we done lost in the war (Gang)
Of course I'ma ride for them all (Boom, boom)
I bought a Masi' and crashed it
I bought a CL and crashed it
I drive the fastest
Hop out, I'm ridin' with a bad bitch
Fanny the fattest
I put her face in the mattress
All of these niggas is actors
Niggas is plastic
I put an opp in the casket
I aim that shit at your basket until it shatter
I shoot that shit like I practice (Boom, boom, boom)
I shoot that shit like I practice, uh, ayy
Hop out, I'm ridin' with a bad bitch, ayy, ayy
I am so high, I'm Aladdin, uh
You fuck with me, it get tragic, gang

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