Paroles:
Thrills The Car Crash

Do I look like a car crash Baby tell me it aint true Cos if i look like a car crash I don't know what the hell i'd do Everybody tells me i'm out of my

Do I look like a car crash Baby tell me it aint true Cos if i look like a car crash I don't know what the hell i'd do Everybody tells me i'm out of

necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah,

necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah,

[Violent J] Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone,

ain't my own The voices in my head just won't leave me alone Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels So

Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my

of the thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (Fuck you sick fuck) Thrill

it took away my breath What she called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills But what a thrill I got when