Car Talk Lyrics - Verde Terrace - Curren$y

And I'm a Nike Head My car entice the Feds 

My bitches Porno-Bred 

you countin corny bread 

I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat 

Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes 

Critics say that he flow only bout weed 

They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes 

Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope 

Fuck 'em tho 

I'm with my niggas and my bitches 

Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures 

He tripping cuz he just came home locked up all that time 

Ain't know that I became a Don 

The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on 

Welcomed him with open arms 

JetLife niggas wishin they was in the fold 

They ain't they in the fuckin cold 

I'm in the paint dunking on niggas 

Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger 

Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a nigga" 

Or point me to expert builder 

I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders 

Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners 

I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars 

Clearing out a space for my newest edition 

It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk 

No engine 

My shit powered by the all-spark 

Straight sickening 

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