My Rims Dancin Lyrics

A Black ass nigga in a Red Phantom
I might be ugly, but my car handsome
I might can't dance, but my rims can
Hit the break, Urt, Scurt-rims dancin'

A stock Porsche Carrera, I'm a paint it orange
It might be hood, but it's still foreign
I might be rollin' on one of them thangs
A candy painted 6, sittin' on them thangs
Hummer truck or drop top, I got choices
Rims all white, same color forces
Lamb so low, it's like it's snorklin'
My VERY freaky girl and it's insides are gorgeous

[Hook: x2]
My Rims are dan-cing like a go-go dancer
One's goin' forward
And one's goin' backwards
Put cha fingers down there'll chop ya damn hands up Gave my rims a tip because they're real good dancers

[Verse 2:]
A Black ass nigga in a Ol' School Classic
I Pulled up to Club Gucci mama doin' the POOL Palace
And now they doin' the snake and cabbage patch-ey
Sittin' on davins, watch me spin backwards
My rims are strippers and they dancin' nasty
If you wanna pair, then you know you gotta cash in
You need a motor run, a new transmission
Homeboy, ya trippin
Ya car game, is slippin'
This card right here, it doesn't have a limit
Gucci is a trapstar; how did Gucci get it?
A drop ferrari and it sure ain't rented
Ask me where I bought it from
Where otha niggas can't get it

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